Testi Under The Knife - Eulogies

Under The Knife

Pleasure comes without control
A sign of my own mountain of sand
From those who died for us to live on false foundations
So I deny it’s hard to say if I’ll remember anyone
And so we sleep because we must
I’m scared to love what death can touch
So I deny and if I wake under the knife
At least then I’ll be feeling
There’s something said for being numb and I deny