Seven years ago I died.
God is not a friend of mine.
Noone else but you denied
I was really out of line.
I don’t know now who am I.
Nothing more than just a slave.
It was more than time to die.
Who will later dig my grave?
Could you help me, just in case?
I was lost in someone’s mind.
Could you hear my latest phrase?
Only tears are left behind.
I remember Christmas Eve.
Noone knew it was insane.
Noone wanted to believe.
I dissolved in sacred rain.