I turn out the lights
Extinguish the day
A night's lumber to end the pain
But in a dream, a soft voice is beckoning
I took the shovel and dug the grave
Hopeless, I did it
There lied a pine box with a frame
And it's face was me
And the pyres burn
And in the flames burning wild
Choir came; sang their song, lament
I cried the tears of regret
I took the shovel and dug the grave
Hopeless, I did it
There lied a pine box with a frame
And it's face was me
And the pyres burn... to the ground
And the pyres burn... they burn
I'm laying in a casket dead
If only inside my head
I'm laying, I'm laying dead
(I'm laying, I'm laying, I'm laying dead)
Choir came; sang their song, lament
I cried the tears of regret
