Convinced to build the world anew,
God took the sun and turn it cold,
Divided earth in many little churches,
One for each soul of young and old…
…The time has come…

My mind, is full of sorrow,
My heart is filled with pain,
Spirits of the dead are calling me…
There’s no response to gain.
…I have no voice…

Keep looking at my skin,
It’s turning dark and thin,
And also at my face,
It looses human trace…
…I’m no longer alive…

Inside my mind is empty space,
I’m looking at God’s iron face,
Outside… my eyes cannot see much,
My fingers break all things I touch
…There’s no escape…

Save me, angels from heaven’s land
Don’t let me experience the end.
“Your problem is…” I hear a voice,
“… That now for you, there’s left no choice!”
…Shit happen son…

Don’t be upset, don’t feel no sorrow,
‘Cause certainly you’ll die tomorrow,
And every threat will disappear,
Your empty soul will know no fear. …And nothing else…

Meanwhile, inside, your world gets dark,
And you sure wished to find a spark
To light a candle, small but warm,
To protect you from the things that harm,
A ray of hope could save you now,
You’d like to seek it, but you forgot how…
…Sorry…