White sterile rooms Morphine silence Numb and weak Consumed by radiations A shell of a man Awaiting the end A quiet place for your last days Staring at the ceiling While your eyes look glazed Not knowing when it will happen Could be anyday Floating beetwen life and death In a drug-induced haze No tomorrow Life's sardonic turn Cold and lonely No loved ones will mourn Lights are fading Exhausted eyes roll back The final chapter Your body has collapsed White coats surround you Distant words Muffled sounds Another injection Involountary smile When chemicals set in A quiet place for your last days Staring at the ceiling While your eyes look glazed Flashes of your life Pass before your eyes A last tear of regret An unjust demise No tomorrow Life's sardonic turn Cold and lonely No loved ones will mourn Lights are fading Exhausted eyes roll back The final chapter Your body has collapsed ...'Til we all meet there at the Iris' House