We leave, the earth carries on
Turn the light down so we cannot see so clearly
The marks on our hands, the lines on our faces.
Put out the lamp to hide our shadows,
Sweep our path to remove our traces.
Cover our bodies with leaves and grasses
To make amends for all that passes
As human, remove the stain of our name
From the rolls of honour, wipe the slate clean
As if we'd never been seen
Near our distant star. Think, from where you are,
Of your total absence from other forms of life
That never knew your presence. We're under the knife
But no mourners will grieve,
When you don't deserve to live,
You can't complain to leave.