Beating Heart Cadavers

We won't sign no papers, We shall leave no trace Of our inner conscience and our higher brain If there's a need to harvest what we still maintain - pump our veins with protoplasmic common sense Did you check our wallet for a donor card? Did you call our siblings, Told them what we are - A near-life experience, a criteria Spinning lies in a cracked mason jar And we laugh Years of listening out of reflex Laugh just to break out in tears And we cry, still we're beating heart cadavers Icy water in our ears