My rigid matter of life In the hands to rewrite Artificial sight I took delight disappears Field of vision inside Spirits die as I lie Suffocation beside Till I fly
Been carried out upon the ground Where is the way I've found? Hear the death playing the fife Involved in games with life
My inspiration denied Chemicals may decide To reward me again With bringing where calm prevails Is there anyone able To restoring the label On my foot to reside As I die