I stood staring into the coffin,
And saw my eyes looking back at me,
Petrified by the gaunt expression,
A face that's given in to depression,
And hurting,
Still hurting,
Oh hurting,
And never any peace.

I stood staring into the coffin,
And saw a face destroyed by the drugs,
Devastated by the traps of lies,
A glimpse of a tear as i start to cry,
I'm burning,
still burning,
Oh burning,
And never any peace.

I stood staring into the coffin,
And saw my heart resting in its depth,
Solitude and the pain of living,
A beat that refuses to start giving,
I'm dying,
Still dying,
Oh dying,
And never any peace.