Walking along, empty and aimless
Through life so cold - it cannot be painless.
Slapped around by the hands of despair
Please tell me - is there any freedom out there?

How vast, dark and terrifying is life
With lurking shadows of terminal strife
They say there is light at the end of the tunnel
But its lights of a train into which I stumble.

What crime have I committed?
To which injustice is my guilt fitted?
I question such things within my mind -
But answers there I do not find.

Weak and weary I slowly drag on
Death it seems is the freedom song.
It's the notes and tune I must put to the test
And then I shall find the ultimate rest