Here we lay, the memories of yesterday
scattered and forgotten for you to play
snippets and snapshots of lives thrown away
a graveyard for those led astray
starving stranded lookin for our way out
foot in mouth cause were scared to shout
and cant figure out
what this thing called lifes all about
make you smile, say its all okay
an thats why here we lay
where we’re here to stay
on this cutting room floor

you see its quite alright
so please dont shed no light
this place is such a sight
where theres no day or night
no difference between wrong and right
a static hush of serenity
theres no use defending these
nothing to learn, no lesson to teach
nothing to burn, just a blessed disease
disguised as gray and worn out
face up and torn out, we lay
on this cutting room floor

Written by Johnathan