Why do you sit there - Decadent soul-searching Why do you pray When it s not to yourself Why will you cry When a tragedy s spoken - Not your concern And it s none of your heart In a dream of apathy supported Floating on the tides that bleed me dry In the icy waters I grow used to With the surgeon s knife no more I cry Learning how to be so calm - self-centred Egotism s sea I bathe and dive In this frozen subject - I grow wasteful For to die before I ve come alive Why do you wait there For lightning to strike you Why throw your arms out To catch on the blades Why do you linger - You ve such time to spend here Your meditations Are part of your curse