Your living will harden as there's more time to k** each cell. each day that you dwell on a sense of life that threatens response will little regard
On a sense of pain against which god is no guard
And I pray for you as you asked me to, but still I wonder what good it will do. I pray for you as you told me to, even though I know it does
No good will come from this
No thought could ever defend a body that lies in conscious decay
If I could sign my name with the fluid that comes from my bones
If I could sign over half of myself
I'd do it for you
You'd never ask me to, but still I'd wonder what good it would do
I'd do it for you
As you told me not to
Even thought I know it does no good for your living will, no good for living well
'cause your god for your living will is no good for living well