you Re dead

And can you explain this mess
It seems your playing a game
Where you only know how to take out the best
Cause if assholes could fly
This place would be busier than ohare
Theres proof in the sky
Its as thick as our skulls yet its thinner than air
I have something to say
If the chip off your shoulder should fall to your chest
Get it off right away
Cause if you dont then it wont be in peace that you rest
Its just a matter of time
That we all go away to a better place im told
It all sounds well and fine
But without you around i feel nothing but cold
And i now have nothing
But your heartbeat in my head
And a photograph of my traveling friend
And i became nothing when i found you were dead -- - when i
Found out id never see you again
And all the time they took talking in circles
To get them off the hook would take
Miracle workers
Were nowhere near prepared theres
No way of knowing
Why dont they just admit theyre scared
Cause its already showing