Trapped inside the trench of self, and crying out for help
But you were deaf to my death bell
I learned life's insignificance
I know someday that I will be
A small white cross upon a pale blue dot
No one will even remember me

Well, I admit that I have been
Fantasising about a life where I'm not there
And nobody cares

Where there's no spring of water
No island in the Sun
I am evanescent
A nothing to become
There's no higher power
Nobody left to love
I am evanescent
A nothing to become

I let the sickness in my mind metastasize
With knife in hand
I saw life flash before my eyes
Sat in the cheap seats the whole time
I left it all behind

Well, I admit, that I have been
Fantasizing about a life where I'm not there
And everyone I ever loved
felt not a single ounce of inconvenience
Nobody cares

Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching
Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching
Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching
Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching

Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching
Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching
Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching
Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching

Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching
Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching
Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching
Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching

Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching
Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching