When I die
No one will know
My stones will fall heavy to the floor
Each one engraved
Chiselled by primal hands
With another lonely sorrow
A cuneiform alphabet
I spent my life carving brittle rocks
In sights unseen

When I die
I die again
This times the last time

When I die
I will die a young man
My skin still beautiful to the world
But my skin grown cold
My forgotten dreams
A short time that was wasted
My rotting flesh
My blood standing still in my arms
That cannot hold

When I die
It will be because I've given up
And God shows me mercy