Let him rot, in this October moon, gold and cold, next to me,

Let him feel the pain I endured, and the loneliness, gold and cold.

Let him lie forgotten, alone, so near to me, Empty? Join me. Are you there?

Let him like it?, I say, yes! Join me...no...he is not there.

Let him cry for his sins, so close to me, gold and cold ...no...he is not there.

Let him remember I was never him, he never me.

Let him rot, his gold is cold.

Let me tell him I never wanted him, but he wanted me.

Let the earth connect us in this October moon.

Let me remember the gold.

Let me feel the rot of the cold.