Spend my nights in my room just growing stiff Try to get my muscles to move a corpse too heavy to lift Is this what living is Is this what you wanted I can't even cry Don't know why I try A quarter through my life and I still don't have a why Slowly stretching out The hands that aren't mine Sit up to look around The room where I waste my time Marry the apathy When I return to what has been Step off my round trip Will you fold my hands on my chest And paint my skin Is this what breathing is Passing oxygen from your mouth to mine Keeping me alive A body with no mind and I still don't have a why Slowly stretching out The hands that aren't mine Sit up to look around The room where I waste my life Marry the apathy Marry the apathy