Ed:
Every breath I breath is filled with pain-
-the devil's gain
Caught in anageing dying shell

I am confined in this rattling coughing cadaver
Waiting for an end to leave this - breating hell

Rogga:
Close your eyes and weep
Tar you sowed, death you reap
All this wealth, useless in your missery
You know the grane only takes one currency

Ed:
Diagnosis clear, it's terminal, the end of all
My lungs destroyed beyond repair
I should be crying but what good are tears-
-against these fears
This burden is for me and me alone to bear

What forgiveness can I possibly receive
They've been gone so long I've forgotten-
- how to grieve
No one left to soothe my guilt riedden bones
I'll have to walk this final road? alone

Ed: one last smoke
Rogga: one final cigarette