Antiseptic Lullaby

Shutting down my senses and encoding deep incisions
Not quite a human person, just a series of decisions
Hospice called again explaining every new revision
Antiseptic lullabies, pathetic as my vision

I could almost comprehend your mind when it was colder
Made me hush and fantasize about when we are older
Eyes are over sanitized, you see over my shoulder
Every breaking dawn just burns away the empty folder
Saying less than evеr something else to bе discussed
Praying like a saint, they say pretending is a must
Perfect lives are full of sighs, so why do you still trust?
Call me up for foolish things before we turn to dust