My blood has gone off the boil
Dried to the dust that chokes the soil
Like a dog that's lost it's bark
I fight with my thoughts after dark
Give me death or some reprieve
From all the things I don't believe
And as the vultures and the crows
Pick what remains of porcelain bones
Though it's now too late to pray
I'm gonna wish I found the words to say
Give me death or some reprieve
From all the things I don't believe
Give me death or some reprieve
From all the things I don't believe
Give me death or some reprieve
From all the things I don't believe