Chad wrote this song from his grandmother being deathly ill. Its about how these days people value life after there should have been death. For example when someone is on machine like life-support and iron lungs. When they are on those they should have already been dead, but with our values we keep them alive and the person is usually in a body that is feeble, frail and rotting. And sometime don't want it. So he wrote this on his feeliongs which are similar to mine on this, where if I was to be in the situation that the only way I could live and I would have to stay on those and couldn't live without them. I would rather have them let me die, give me morphine or something and just let me die easily. Dont keep me in a body that I don't want. If people forced me to do that, I would be praying the maker:
Past has found its place salvation is no more will god accept my peace bleached will pardon me reflections of my life are fading
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in,
Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in,
A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into,
Maker take the body don't want it wants me
I asked a god for poison cradle me sown to my dreams souls searching death blossoms where clouds lie over me held in god's hands death blooming
Chad wrote this song from his grandmother being deathly ill. Its about how these days people value life after there should have been death. For example when someone is on machine like life-support and iron lungs. When they are on those they should have already been dead, but with our values we keep them alive and the person is usually in a body that is feeble, frail and rotting. And sometime don't want it. So he wrote this on his feeliongs which are similar to mine on this, where if I was to be in the situation that the only way I could live and I would have to stay on those and couldn't live without them. I would rather have them let me die, give me morphine or something and just let me die easily. Dont keep me in a body that I don't want. If people forced me to do that, I would be praying the maker:
Past has found its place salvation is no more will god accept my peace bleached will pardon me reflections of my life are fading Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in, Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in, A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into, Maker take the body don't want it wants me
I asked a god for poison cradle me sown to my dreams souls searching death blossoms where clouds lie over me held in god's hands death blooming