Maybe The Earth Is Flat - On Broken Wings

It's Quiet When We're Mutes
The Acts Of An Optimist
But Some Of Us May 
Never See The World
I Hope The Next Time You 
Slit Yours Wrists 
It's Not For Show
None Of Us Are Neccessary 

As Soon As We're Born 
We Begin To Age
I Can Feel Me Dying
Reminisce Of Now
Until There's Nothing 
Left To Do But Die
Who Amongst Us Would Choose 
Today For But One Thing Alone
The World Turns
But We Don't Feel It