all that I wanted is to lay under ground   this world is not for me, so I die as a god (of emptiness)   I want to retire from a place for which I don't care   my world, it dies too, but my life will not end down there   nobody will see me, where I fumble in the dark   and exploring for dimensions where my spirits will grow      now I see the cerecloth closing above me   no thinking for the future, for now no future for me   the maggots will soon feed, crowling through and over me   but my soul will search for dimensions of eternity      my spirit, will show the path   where you can see, my forgotten rests   a miserable, disfigured tomb   lay some flower, for my tired soul      it will wake me, and I'll be there