A soil and worms is all I see above from deep down under
Smell of damp and rotten wood
I am still breathing

To live or not to live
To breathe or not to breathe
Should the bell ring for my unearthing?
Repent in ash and dust
Unleash all my distrust
In the grasp of the last air gust I breathe

I have a chest full of well-rehearsed speeches I never gave
I have a handful of dialogues I never had with all of you
I have a spoonful of promises
Oaths I never made
Thus never broken
A book of poems that will never see the light of day

Crawling slowly deep under the snow
Death is now watching
As I try to break the riddle
To settle my choice

Dictated penalty
This tragic destiny
I am scratching the wood, do I want to die?
The frenzy into those eyes
Reminds a past demise
The day I promised to excise
I have a chest full of well-rehearsed speeches I never gave
I have a handful of dialogues I never had with all of you
I have a spoonful of promises
Oaths I never made
Thus never broken
A book of poems that will never see the light of day

"All considered
I will now depart
In the arms of this lightless dusk
I bid you farewell
I repent our days of old though
As they have doomed the rest of my life"

I have a chest full of well-rehearsed speeches I never gave
I have a handful of dialogues I never had with all of you
I have a spoonful of promises
Oaths I never made
Thus never broken
A book of poems that will never see the light of day

Never see the light of day
Ah