I don’t want to go down a hole in the ground
And I don’t want to be burned
You play my fears and say:
That I will be buried alive in a coffin
That I will be alive in the flame
I don’t want to go to great heights to die
Or die in a room with those who love me
Only by force will this occur
Not by my choice
I don’t want to be remembered when I’m dead
I want something while alive
Some ribbon
Some medal
For with which I can get the courage
To jump
Into the pitch black fate that is death
ohellino 