In my shallow grave
I see the pictures of the past
All the anger starts to rave
My final ballot I have to cast
The
time in a short span
The poets call it life
Notions are to ban
The fortune is a dive
My last glance
No foul hope
It
is the hearts last dance
I shouldn't have taken the rope
In my shallow grave
I will enslave my mind
All the anger starts
to rave
Needless creatures of my kind
What will await me
Exists the divine claw?
I feel the undertow
The last thing
that I saw
My last glance...
What was the preachers plight
Where is the promised truth
I see no heavens might
No,
my existence will fuse
In my shallow grave
I see the pictures of the past
All the anger starts to rave
My hopes have been
vast