Spend my nights in my room just growing stiff
Try to get my muscles to move a corpse too heavy to lift
Is this what living is
Is this what you wanted
I can't even cry
Don't know why I try
A quarter through my life and I still don't have a why
Slowly stretching out
The hands that aren't mine
Sit up to look around
The room where I waste my time
Marry the apathy
When I return to what has been
Step off my round trip
Will you fold my hands on my chest
And paint my skin
Is this what breathing is
Passing oxygen from your mouth to mine
Keeping me alive
A body with no mind and I still don't have a why
Slowly stretching out
The hands that aren't mine
Sit up to look around
The room where I waste my life
Marry the apathy
Marry the apathy
