This world it means nothing,
Oh yes nothing, to me.
Forever I will sing
How I no longer wish to be

Bury me now
with your shovels of dissonance

No help, am I, to friends
Who need it so desperately.
Nothing will ever mend
These scars, so many scars, that hurt greatly

As I lie in this hole,
Arms crossed, eyes wide,
Throw earthy weight on my soul;
Once you did, no longer tried

Carve my gravestone
with your chisels of discontent

So run while you can,
For you know you did this.
This blade, yes it ran
By my hands, now me, you miss.