My Coffin - Kristoff Krane

Who says that I’m nothing but my brain?

Tell the billion after me

There’s still war and the torture’s all in vain so forgive my apathy

There’s nothing in my coffin

You know there’s nothing in my coffin

We kill more than we’ll ever eat

One day these presents will be king

You know there’s nothing in my coffin

You know there’s nothing in my coffin

I went down to kiss your mouth but I slipped and I hit your fist

The same things I could live without the same things I wish didn’t exist

I’m a wasteful coward, machine, I wasn’t meant for this, it wasn’t meant for me

But it is what it is, and it’s hard to accept, what was never meant to be

There’s a monk in a musty cave with his eyes fixated on something rare

There’s a woman who was raped by a gang of kids who tore her blouse and ripped

out her hair

There’s a face on the wall and if I face it at all there’s no telling how long

it’ll take

How long will it take for me to fall?

For me to be aware and for you to be awake

There’s a consequence to all of this, it’ll happen to all of us soon

When the time is right, and the stars are aligned, and the perfect time is out

to bloom

Filthy, part in me, the same guilty born in you

Fill the gaps of the moment with the past and paint the future in the corner of

the room

Who says that I’m nothing but my brain?

Tell the billion after me

There’s still more but the torture’s all in vain so forgive my apathy

There’s nothing in my coffin

You know there’s nothing in my coffin

You know there’s nothing in my coffin