One question has been torturing me What was the last thought about? In the head shot, in the head hung In the head decapitated In the head suffocated and smashed What was the last thought about?
My ship goes down, into the deep I'm all alone, the death is near I'm drowning in this dark cold water I'm not afraid, my mind is clear I see no light, I feel no fear No voice of suffering Only dark blue sea I put coins on my eyes I lay down, I'm waiting for you to come Please take me down I left no letter, no words are needed No one will know, no one will ever know My role of derelict was played with pride The death is here, it is so quite
