Ed:
Every breath i breath is filled with pain-
-the devil's gain
Caught in anageing dying shell
I am confined in this rattling coughing cadaver
Waiting for an end to leave this - breating hell
Rogga:
Close your eyes and weep
Tar you sowed, death you reap
All this wealth, useless in your missery
You know the grane only takes one currency
Ed:
Diagnosis clear, it’s terminal, the end of all
My lungs destroyed beyond repair
I should be crying but what good are tears-
-against these fears
This burden is for me and me alone to bear
What forgiveness can i possibly receive
They've been gone so long i've forgotten-
- how to grieve
No one left to soothe my guilt riedden bones
I’ll have to walk this final road… alone
Ed: one last smoke
Rogga: one final cigarette
