If I die, when you are still asleep.
Don’t shock the world
With your unscrupulous noises
That would seem to suggest
But nothing at all.
Jubilate and celebrate for that fate.
I would not need your insurgent
Songs when am lain in my casket,
In my commissioned death.

Tell those invited guests,
To be free to undertake
Their wish officially.
Tell them to stop fearing like you do
Because their guilt is true.
Take a moment with them
And destroy some moment of joy
As you shake together
Glasses of stolen love.

Sing for me a farewell song
And stop shading those crocodile tears
Because to me, they carry all there gravity
In the confines of my heart and ears.
Let this be your spur of mesimiration.
That is actually what I wish for you.
I don’t want you to live in prison,
Struggling to see the sun
In vain because of my constrain.
Even in my death I will be peaceful.