Letra de Dying on Our Own Terms

While they still cast no shadow, these mistakes somehow will make history. Can you hear us? Can you see us? We're dying. All this food for thought, and we're starving to death. You think I haven't seen this coming? Although through tired sunken eyes, it's loud and clear. Your words still stain the air here. It makes it hard to breathe. Faultless inclination to pointless inspiration, which (withered whether or not) lives among us both. Force-fed this quiet. While they still cast no shadow, these mistakes somehow will make history. Can you see us? We're dying. All this food for thought, and we're starving to death. In an attempt to go down with the ship (not watch it sinking), we are dying on our own terms. So what's a lifetime? Forever just a moment