Just number me among the dead,
No more of life with all it's dread
Take away all I have and all I know,
Let me mindless onward go.
For if I cannot think or feel
Then no offence can I commit, intended or unreal.

To come so far along the way
To only take my senses all away.
This the only answer to me seems,
For if I have no sense, I have no dreams.
But if I cannot do, cannot decide,
Then it was better that I died.

And if in death emotion is all killed,
Why then the floods of tears I spilled?
For if a mind is like an empty room,
There is no seat for gloom.
No place for beauty,joy and sadness,
No place in which to entertain this madness.

So number me among the dead,
For I will banish all that's in my head.
I will be hurt and hurt no more
For I will shut and bolt the door.
Then throw away the only key
And I will be no longer me.