I've died so sudden, I've died the night before.
You're at my bed, but absence's in your heart.
So take my hand and walk me to the door,
to my the last and very final door.
I promise you, it wouldn't be so hard.
You've lived so careless, so foolish and so idle,
You've never saw emerging steps of a debts' collectors.
You thoght you're untouchable, you're an idol,
But all your wealth and glory have been fadled.
Just sins and faults are enlighten in a bright projector.
Let close this chapter. Walk me to the door.
And take farewell and set my soul free.
You sliped in blood on shining dance floor,
You fell. And I have simply died the night before.
And that was it. There is nothing really of the story more.
Just hopeless sorrow and hopeless grief.