Second Hand Syndrome (Nodes Of Ranvier)

A blank share says it all never mind my unsteady hand Are we really nothing more than the walking decay? Do we have to live this way? Time's knife pressed against our veins There's no turning away, the fragility of humanity Never could quite understand The importance of pretty things it's killing me Unavoidable tragedy finally it's here and now we remember only good times Everything I am has come from sound Please memory don't fail me Last day of the rest of our lives Last chance to make things right And now I know Our eyes aren't all that see Each day that we wake up We struggle to feel alive Living under the knife I hold close those dear to me