The life of me shall rinse away
When night will fall upon my day.
When screams unanswered will defy
The deadly silence that is I.

The life of me shall rinse away
When what was gone is back to stay.
When stroking arms in flames shall burn
To smoking ashes all I'd earn.

And when my body will decay
And all above is live and gay,
My self inflicted tomb would say:
"If suicided, I must pay

"But if my death had brought itself,
Read masses of my life in stealth.
Not in a sigh they'd go astray,
But all that was would rinse away."