Chances are I’m not breathing
Oxygen has long since passed
And all the remains is a depression
In the chest where the heart used to be

Cut me wide open
And expose all my wrongdoings
Let the medical students point and prod
At the blackened lungs
As my soul sits quietly by

My mistakes are written across my organs
And the looks on their faces couldn’t be clearer
I hear the attending state
“This is all that remains of God’s wasted try”

Don’t they know that I can hear them?
Can’t they see me sitting here?
I’m stuck in purgatory
Watching my own dissection

Cut me wide open
And expose all my wrongdoings
Let the medical students point and prod
At the blackened lungs
As my soul sits quietly by

“Where’s the heart?”
“Was she an organ donor?”
The sad look tells the story and the eyes lead the way
To the plastic bag at his feet
And the shattered pieces that lay in it

There are gasps heard loudly throughout the room
And one girl starts to faint
No one realized that God’s wasted try
Ended her life with a knife

Cut me wide open
And expose all my wrongdoings
Let the medical students point and prod
At the blackened lungs
As my soul sits quietly by