i am looking around laid down in my coffin see faces with tears in their eyes but hey wasn t her and i also see the guy who used to hate me so much and i don t need mourning laments to be sincere you can kiss my ass if you had to tell me something i can do nothing now i m dead and gone i m singing proud my final song dedicated to the ones still living i m singing loud my final song for the ones who have ears to hear don t you think it s sardonic you re considered a great one but no one has shaken your hand i don t wanna end up like poe or van gogh not knowing what they d have become so listen i don t want your tears when i m gone please smile at me till i m still fond call me a cynic have passed all the limits but now i m here singing proud my final song dedicated to the ones still living i m singing loud my final song for the ones who have ears to hear this is not my final song more words and notes are in my pocket this is not my final song there are more stories to tell life often offers unreal circumstances a theatre of souls a circus of dances everything does happen for a real reason i surely don t know i m victim of treason this funeral march starts to be boring this coffin is narrow the suit is too sober pass me my hat and my broken guitar and sing me this final song bizarre