For those free of bit.

[dead_at_last]

Your heart in these hands
My chest in ruins
Let's count from the back to start again
And with heavy burdens lay out
The shortest neck to cut
To save some skin for something silent
So unfortunate these chosen few
Who carry planets on their chests just to deal
With the capsule to fix it all
To harken ridicule
And salvage dreams from the frames of emptied skies
The last drop of sanctified fear
The last cry of truly scared eyes
A final glimpse into well washed farce
And to think these things were meant to help us
Just isnt a thought at all.