In my headkanon, Krosus is still initially a bad boy, but not so crazy as not to suspect in hindsight that, well, he's the same, well, for some reason he doesn't live right, that's all. Posing, decorating with gold everything, right down to buttons, monuments to a loved one, expensive cigarettes and alcohol, various other pretentious elements of a sweet life - just a cork from this sensation, albeit a very effective one! And it helps! Helps you to continue to abuse yourself deeply and confidently. But muffling doesn't mean killing forever.
Briefly about my attempts to give this story a rating of at least 12+. (And by the way, he really suits to be plump and without a hat.)

"Tell me where I made the biggest mistake
Show me the arrows that led me astray
Look at the walls I've been trying to break
They never yield and grow taller each day
And never so calm were the river and shore
They suddenly turned into a brilliant sea
It swallowed me up someone hear me implore
Set me free
Pull me out
It feels like an end
Baby pull me out
I'm close to the bottom
Pull me out
The darkness descends
Pull me out of the brilliant water
The brilliant water
The brilliant water
It feels like an end
Tell me why I always choose a wrong place
You're near at hand but we may never meet
I'll look out for you but I don't know your face
How will I find you in this crazy street?
I don't know your number I don't…"

©️ Plazma