I am a dying artist, who is slowly
Being killed by the audience
I so decided to risk my life
And try one more time.
The critics convinced me to enter a play
which was suppose to be a total success
my only friend warned me it looked risky
and I might fall from the stage.
As stupid as i can be, i gave him my back
and decided to trust those you just believe to know
and so the knight tale started
in the first act i was playing hard acting my best
and watching my step remembering
how my friend told me i could fell.
In the next act i jump not to high not to sort
I just jump and so nothing happen the knight
caught, but then he toke his sword,
and toke my heart, put it in his hands
and said: YOU ARE NOW DEATH.
he murdered me, he shashed my heart in front
of my eyes, i witness the murder of an artist
and everyone laugh, on my last breath
i heard the knight and the audience applause
their master piece was completed,
and so my dull sight lead me to the stair
and was then when i finally felt from the stage
where my friends was to help me die
in his pity arms, and deep sorrow on my eyes
he told me i love you and i told you.
