I hope that when I die
The world stops turning
If I can't feel the warmth
Let the sun stop burning
I can drink no longer
So empty out the streams and seas
If my lungs can't breathe it in
There's no need for a summer breeze
Dig up the dirt, I'm done with walking
And what use is sound if I'm not talking
Snuff out the stars roll the planets and fold the sky
Something should happen at least, when I so tragically die