It's like I never had time to look away.
My body's stuck between death and decay.
I'm plastic and set upon display.
And their eyes are wide and they are looking my way
Each ligament exposed, each muscle connected
And every organ that I proudly neglected
Have been arranged for the common collective
Stomaching the sight of human flesh resurrected
It seems we're fearfully made and designed.
But it's a shame we can be so blind.
We're all the same,
made of hair and bones and water and blood cells.
We're all to blame,
for spending way too much time on ourselves.
I have been blessed and now I'm blind.
A veil's been pulled over my eyes.
Now every bad season that kept me believing seems so contrived.
There's more glory to be seen
and savored through suffering
than ever was through self-serving escape.
