R: Tonight I’m going to the deep.
And I shan’t cry, and I shan’t weep
Any more…

I. The streets are rivers of the dark.
The trees are veins beneath the line
Of Life. And wind’s a zombie-shark.
And you won’t be a friend of mine

In grave-yards turned those silent blocks.
And City-corpse is spilling vine
Of hatred on my soul’s rocks.
And you won’t be a friend of mine.

R: Tonight I’m going to the deep.
And I shan’t cry, and I shan’t weep
Any more…
Tonight I’m going to the deep.
And I shan’t cry, and I shan’t weep
And adore…

II. And no one's missing my red eyes,
And that is why they’ll never shine.
You won’t stop when my soul flies
‘Cause you won’t be a friend of mine.

R.