I understand suicide now, i think
I'd like to end this now
But i am not convinced that is the answer
To be buried struggling not to even be able to dig my own grave
In death as in birth i am trapped in a limbo between heaven and hell
There is no where else to go, not either here nor there
Peace in my tomb where no one can probe me.
Memories are cuddly but tainted with fear
Whilst machines find me wanting to lubricate their gears
I'm a ghost in the regime of pacifiers and accountants
Calling me to order above all there must be God.