I don't know if for good or bad, but your music, your swelling strings, your dark atmospheres, your limp lyrics, those ghostly tones and the perpetual tension that follows the record of the misery of your time, made me merely someone different.
"And did not you know that I'm not the world's strongest man?
When it comes to you, and your world, I'm lost
Can not you see the towers of my naked shine like a dime?
Take me back again to your warm design"
Rest in peace, legend.