It's all over, they've played the encore.
No more music, no more life

Look ma, as I pretend to take this all in strife
I dream of the dead, who numbers I shall soon join

Flip of the coin, who am I fooling it's over
Throw on me on a cold metal bed, sprinkle
Mourning flowers on my head

Oh how nice it would be, to be dead
Forever lonely, I'm meaningless

No one cares, just a peasant
Bleed yourself dry. That is your present

Ah to die and to never feel again,
No more pain