Living Backward

Torn from inside as my eyes absorb the false state of my life...
passes by transcended through a tearful eye.
Now my eyes...now my eyes...
burn with the acid truth of a suicide. Hear my laughter cry.
I ask you why. I ask why.
Floating through this lake of tears, will I not drown?
Clicking steel, abrasive skin, it all surrounds.
Floating through this lake of tears, will I not drown?
Calloused soul, calloused flesh it all surrounds