Whispers of despair I hear, words that are so near, whispers my mind can not bear, whispers from above the skies I hear.

Tormenting me with their seductive care, “My son you have nothing to fear, from this world you need to disappear, for this is the only way my child to stop your shameful tear.

Make the sadness go away, come back another day, for years I have tried to reach, but their eyes are empty; empty too I have become. For them I must die, a sad and troubled race, an ungrateful troubled place.

Staring the skies above in a tearful eye, scraming my agony in adreadful cry “Save me from this existence that is nothing, but a lie; kneeling before you please from this purgatory make me fly.