Withered roses crisp underneath my feet as I head my steps for the outside The soles of my feet meet grey concrete but I feel not the grinning cold Life stays so silent A deserted battlefield The hair is all covered in dust as the wind gently caresses and lifts it [CHORUS:] I am trying to die I think I am trying to fill the void With d**h's every poison And d**h's every spite So come, oh come, oh please come then In the cold breeze levitates a gross of seeds My dry eyes move slow and scattering and meets in some distant form of slumber the landscape and it's vast void [Repeat verse 2] [Repeat chorus]