what's the first thing
you see when you die
where's the last place
your friends say goodbye
is there someone?
in your departure, she cries
what's the last face
you wanna kiss and die
now you're dead
(i said you) it's too late
you have come
now clearly understand
There's not true
all things they tell
Sometimes is better
living in hell
Surely not forgotten
before, You lived in a cell
long ago you're dead
it's too late
all feelings have been gone
won't suffer anymore
we'd warned you,
you're dead
don't worry 'bout being alone
you'll never have to moan
we want you here,
dear john
cos you're dead
