Enter in a casket, blinded by the light.
Friends and family gather by my side. Tears falling break silence.
Make a stream for me, comments of remembrance form my sea.
Why is all this happening, dead but I'm not gone I shouldn't sing this weeping organ song.
If I could change what I've done. I would change it all never answered suicide it's call...
Now I'm being punished, eternally awake, will I feel the dirt fall on my face?
Now it's too late, it's way too late, now it's too late it's way too late...
