All I see out there are dead trees and endless snow Springtime won't come for me My body's twisted and corrupted My brain still can think, but my head is like a broken shell Lips can't say a word, my tongue's like a sleeping worm Eyes yet can see from this revolted bed of mine, And my mind tries to, to escape this tomb Please death, take me away tonight Snow in the wind like thousands of white flies My back is bleeding and I cannot feel the pain Gangrene is devouring my shell Like a lost soul I wanna burn in hell I wanna burn in hell Like a lost soul I wanna burn in hell I'm not a man anymore I'm like the roots of those trees out there Growing old I'm digging my way To the coffin I'll be in tomorrow I feel the wind out there, blowing and giving me peace "Listen to the sound of silence" it says I'm getting used to it yet I'm still here I just wanna feel alive once more, not being just a corpse I wanna love once more, and cry once more Before the next stage of decomposition All that's left is my obsession, obsession for death To the snow and the trees I introduce myself "I am... the living... dead I am, I am, the living, the living dead!" All that's left is my obsession, obsession for death To the snow and the trees I introduce myself "I am... the living... dead!"