A blank share says it all never mind my unsteady hand   Are we really nothing more than the walking decay?   Do we have to live this way?   Time's knife pressed against our veins   There's no turning away, the fragility of humanity   Never could quite understand   The importance of pretty things it's killing me   Unavoidable tragety finally it's here and now we remember only good times   Everything I am has come from sound   Please memory don't fail me   Last day of the rest of our lives   Last chance to make things right   And now I know   Our eyes aren't all that see   Each day that we wake up   We struggle to feel alive   Living under the knife   I hold close those dear to me