Stain my blood, don't try to shout
Quiet and calm, quiet and deep
This will be my final trip.
It's too late,
Stalemate
At any rate
Death is great
I've nothing left to do,
I've torn apart, undo
All there is to say
And flee this one my way.
Forgive me for my sins,
Forgive my everdreams,
Forgive my childish hope
Forgive my holding rope.
I'm tired, strained and worn
Distressed and tortured, torn,
I wish I weren't born
To feel this global scorn
This mercy fails to be
There's nothing I can see
I'm my worst enemy
And never feel the glee.
I'm glad to pass away
Just do not make me stay
Just let me out of this,
And may you live in bliss.