Dying.

Music fading, bombs exploding

Fire burning, souls are crying

The street lights are not enough

The sounds of night are not enough

I wish I could forget

But the corpses… they’re all there

Silent screams stalk me in my dreams

Make me weep and I can’t sleep

Emptiness has dragged me here

And now I can’t escape from fear

Don’t want to feel

Don’t want to live

Hollow voices… they say nothing

Ghostly faces… they see nothing

Disturbing eyes… they feel like ice

Darkness and numbness,

come along with my silence

In a world of madness,

you can only embrace sadness

When life is meaningless,

you’d better lose consciousness

When death is a precious gift

you can’t resist… and you go for it

The needle pricks...  and I get my wish
Peace is flowing through my veins
No more terror, no more blood

One more shot… and my heart stops

You can’t die...

when you are dead.

Fuentes de inspiración: 
Marillion's "Fugazi" and "The Opium Den"... and, of course, Fritz.