He loved his life and lived it well
Having fun his thoughts were beautiful
Had no mistakes, away from hell
Of good feelings he was full

But when his head one day
Started melting as he walked
Good manners made him sick
And he lay down to wait his last breath
He was dying

My brother sees he's through
He just cannot move
His illness meets him with death
Married to his life
But there is no cure
Now his bed is his wife

So far the world was good to him
Only noble sentiments would reach him
Soul's ever clean, with no appalling things
Horror didn't mess within

But now there's no way out
Suffers 'cause he'll never walk
Prefers to be dead that to inhale
The heavy-smellimg breath of feebleness

Wants me to take his life
He's useless to himself
It will be hard to forget
What should my brother do
Living's very sad
Will end helpless in bed

What is that I should do
It's a decission tough to take
To kill my brother or to leave him
Moulder in the chains of what he has become

He's now a nincompoop
There is no hope
For him to carry on
The lively half of him
Has gone with the wind
Now he's doomed and he'll die