Take my heart and set it on my tombstone.
Read the inscription "he died scorned and alone"
The angels will weep upon my own cold tomb.
To Devils and jackals my innocence faced doom.
Pray for me all you want but you'll never get an answer.
You'll only catch this dead heroes disease-like cancer.
Now I can only waltz with these intangible spirits.
My mind can only think of these remnants.
Can I really find escape from this pit in which i fell so deep.
Or will my heart and soul these devils keep.
