We're tangled veins that act like streams To fuel the whimsy of wrinkled brains We're ecosystems for living things The flora and fauna of a bygone age We're just a link in an historical chain Perpetuating an ancient rage We're magnetism Electrical signals The manifestation of a collective pain Heavy eyes and an absent mind I feel empty all the time I talk to you in my sleep It's unwanted company Your wasted time is a waste of mine You said we're rotting on the vine We're slowly spoiling splendor And yeah that's sad or whatever This life is a coffin to live is to decompose This life is a light ray filtered through prism of bone I know you said you can't live this way. Are you ok? Do you need anything? You can talk me