Quasi-Egyptian Electro Noirpop

Something happened on the day he died.

Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside.

Somebody else took his place,

and bravely cried

Something happened on the day he died.

The stars turned black and the people sighed

"Where could he be?" away, away unmired,

Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside.

Somebody else took his place,

not allowing his momentum waste

and bravely cried,

with tears, they tried.

Something happened on the day he died.

I spun my records and let fate decide,

who yet lives. In culture he is deified,

though his corpse remains to be mummified.

Somebody else took his place,

he isn't dead, I've seen his face.

Lightning bolted into space,

But he was gone, in any case.