all that I wanted is to lay under ground
this world is not for me, so I die as a god (of emptiness)
I want to retire from a place for which I don't care
my world, it dies too, but my life will not end down there
nobody will see me, where I fumble in the dark
and exploring for dimensions where my spirits will grow
now I see the cerecloth closing above me
no thinking for the future, for now no future for me
the maggots will soon feed, crowling through and over me
but my soul will search for dimensions of eternity
my spirit, will show the path
where you can see, my forgotten rests
a miserable, disfigured tom
lay some flower, for my tired soul
it will wake me, and I'll be there