From ten feet up I hang
the dewy fields before my eyes
encompassed by the new day's sun
The great white oak tree at my back

Faces flash through my mind
pleasant memories of times past

can you hear
the sound of my soul dying
endless pain eternal

the somber nights, the morning sun
the fake smiles, the polite laughter

Did you see their faces
When I painted the walls a crimson hue

oh, how i envy the dead
free from this world's icy grasp
this gun will take me there