I shall soon rest in the glade
All I make shall be all I made
Though it has been forbade
Soon my farewell I'll bade
It is who I am
It is I they damn
That is why I am on the lam
For they soon shall find I am a sham
They know not what I be
But if they knew I'd never be free
They know not that they damn me
But if they knew they would curse me with glee
That is why I shall rest
For it is what is best
My heart may not beat in my chest
But I shall no longer be oppressed
It is at my behest
That you leave all expressed
Else risk being repressed
And in all things depressed
Now in the glade I'll sleep
Death my soul to reap
Soon I'll be six feet deep
And not a soul shall weep
