my eyes are black and weary

faded from the ugliness they've seen

new days are no longer bright; they're dreary

a reminder of the darkest shadows i've been

when they first told me, i really tried to fight

tried to tell them no matter the cost i'd stay alive

but i realised there's no point in trying to grapple for light

in a place that's so bleak and sorely deprived

a million different cancers are ravaging this hollow shell

there's no hope left for me, not even you

whether misery'll kill me before disease is for time to tell

the weight of all the unfulfilled words and things i wanted to do

i'm tired of running from something i know i'll never escape

i can already hear the familiar rhythm of the black-clad marching band

tell my baby i used to love her from my toes to my nape

but my act is done and i'll soon be gone from this barren land

and even when i'm dead and gone

promise me my memory will carry on