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]