indoor people

We lay in beds
Next to each other
They may be coffins
Or they may be graves
Along the rows
Our mirrored chambers
A medic rushes to give us the feature

Putting bandages on today
While fearing all about tomorrow
You can say I'm alive for a while
Just don't write up my prescription Without me

Where we retire
Next to each other
These my houses
Or this might be home
Our spawn of life
Is getting shorter
And even smaller than the betting line would say

We pass the time til we expire
Fearing all about tomorrow
You can say I'm alive for a while
Just don't cancel my subscription without me

The roughest hands
Have built our beds
Place the nail into the coffin
We're burying our young
In a cylinder of plastic
With a last meal from death row

Putting bandages on today
While fearing all about tomorrow
You can say I'm alive for a while
Just don't cancel my prescription without me