Such is luck, the time had arrived I must be responsible so something had survived The cold told my body to prepare But where's the point why should i care Suffered before the pressures and ills Heads in hands on window sills People will stair at my very own hole A filled in remnant of body and soul Thoughts consider alternative ends As my mind nearly spends A 14th of june it seems very damp The letter lies unposted, cause it hasn't got a stamp I'm 29 and I'm not sure why But i know the exact time I'm going to die I am quite disappointed that i cannot see The whole of my life flash past before me Ceasing, ceasing to be, ceasing to be Ceasing, ceasing to be, ceasing to be Ceasing, ceasing to be, ceasing to be Ceasing, ceasing to be, ceasing to be Ceasing, ceasing to be, ceasing to be Ceasing, ceasing to be, ceasing to be Ceasing, ceasing to be, ceasing to be