Hate me when I'm gone
Tomorrow is in my hands
I'll get up before dawn
Life forgot my plans.

Burn the paper I left behind
Words are never told right
Everything is different in my mind
I'm fading into something bright.

Break my skin
It's made out of glass
Find the pain within
Thank the working class.

Talk to me in dreams
My voice hidden in corners
Life is here and it screams
You are all mourners.