Withered roses crisp underneath my feet 

as I head my steps for the outside 

The soles of my feet meet grey concrete 

but I feel not the grinning cold 



Life stays so silent 

A deserted battlefield 

The hair is all covered in dust 

as the wind gently caresses and lifts it 



[CHORUS:]

I am trying to die I think 

I am trying to fill the void 

With death's every poison 

And death's every spite 

So come, oh come, oh please come then 



In the cold breeze levitates a gross of seeds 

My dry eyes move slow and scattering 

and meets in some distant form of slumber the landscape and it's vast void 



[Repeat verse 2]



[Repeat chorus]