See my knife, see my blood
It's dark, darker than the flood
See that pool, by my bed?
Of course you do, it's dark dark red
The only thing left of me is...
The stain on the floor
The note on your door
Can you see those men
Carrying me in
Its almost ten
Quick hurry grab your shovel
I am in your hands, as a quite rock band
Lowers me to sleep
Mothers tears soil the ground
Farther needs another beer
I'm sorry, sorry I am not here
The only thing left of me is...
The books that filled my mind
and all those hours i waisted of your time
The air I am breathing thickens
the thunder has stricken
Stars has passed
Time for a nice hot bath
Since I am so cold, down here, 6 feet under the stars...
