Be quiet, oh stupid soul
None care how you scream

Death may be my final goal
But at last I shall stop to dream

My heart will give way
My soul shall be emptied

My corpse will never see day
My mind will become all but rancid

My existence will pass
My memories will fade

Onto that ancient grass
In that lonely, sad glade

Here I will be free
Here the nightmares will be no more

Happy, filled with glee
I'll run through that door


Down to the last real place I'll ever know
Now, hush my child, and let me go