Somehow the sun is not the same

Yeah the hunger has now come to know my name

My fingers curl like withered leaves

But I want it, yeah, I need it take me with

Yeah I love it, it can eat my will to live

I want disease and not the cure

I want the open wound that's makes me feel a part of her

She calls me, softly calls my name

I try to speak but see that time has finally stripped my breath away

I do not wake, my tongue is stone

Even my thirst has come to know that it will die alone

This life is cruel, my thread is loose

This is the echo of man who left his life to start anew

My stomach sings its final song

But I want it so I start to sing along

My fingers curl like withered leaves

I just never thought I'd find myself so thin