Epitaph

I am on the way to my favourite destination
 I am on my way to the local charnel house
 I love the silence, the smell and the prospect
 I think I like the company of the dead
 Bury myself
 Hand in hand with the dead
 Searching deep
 Inside of me
 Confined to wood I dwell below
 Asking myself what's gonna last
 6 feet under, the last show
 And nothing remains but my epitaph
 Confined to wood I dwell below
 Forget about the world above
 I feel no pain I feel no sorrow
 And nothing remains but my epitaph
 I am on the way to my favourite destination
 I am on my way to the local cemetery
 I love the silence, the peace and the prospect
 And I wonder what will last
 Confined to wood I dwell below
 Asking myself what's gonna last
 6 feet under, the last show
 And nothing remains but my epitaph
 Confined to wood
 Asking myself
 I feel no pain I feel no sorrow
 And nothing remains but my epitaph
 Hand in hand with the dead
 Side by side into cold night
 Searching deep inside of me
 I'm in voiceless company
 Nothing remains
 But my lonely epitaph.