No one knows the time and place
when your heart went missing.
Now that it’s gone, there's not much left
but a machine to push your blood.
Born with two good eyes so I can see,
and a heart so I feel.
Why is it that your hands can’t seem to get enough?
This world wasn’t built to carry all of us, just you,
and it’s barely big enough.
And in case you think about your place
in the endless depths of this universe,
you can rest assured.
You’ll fade away just like the rest of us.
In the end, soil and dust, like the rest of us.