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 tomb

lay some flower, for my tired soul



it will wake me, and I'll be there