I exchange thoughts with the clouds I hold my breath Ahh, it's just hard shell you can't see Is that where the bottom is? The shadow burns me Ahh, I just want to keep forgetting Slip your desires into the ants' nest Come now, all you have to do now is be reborn again Let tomorrow sleep and peacefulness will turn to you Free yourself and go with your razor sharp emotions Even the twisted flow is the proof that you are alive I invite the tearfully-indulging tomorrow The inculcated Dogra Magra The pain of the mark and the one and only personality And those colorful eyes all decorated I don't want them anymore Is hypocrisy going to come and take it away? The lonely red stage at night I dedicate the following to the aspiring leading actor That's where the truth is The small corner of my un-cheatable heart says "I still want to be here" Who can't we forgive? I let them hear my cold voice And i swear I will live with my work I scream with this body of flesh that separates heaven and hell I carve the sins What will be the proof of my existence if it disappears with the wind? "I've stared at the strong shining moon long enough to be bored can't even turn myself into a werewolf But just enough to become crazy by the darkness I want to suck the neck The emptiness of the remains I won't let you sleep At the age where you just want attention...tonight I might go crazy for you." Everyone wants to reach out their hand and grab happiness But they just end up becoming the monster that lies deep in darkness The end has already come to life It will take form at zero and will crawl back into the uterus and rot Every time this happens your faces crumble No one wants to talk about truth that hurts the ear The suppressed minds Compensate the sins and let life be gone The emptiness of the antithesis Becomes the choking and crying land Bury the bones in the common land immersed in thesis Be burdened by depression The gritty tsunami takes me away and I smile with bitter tears Couldn't understand the value of things The hanging of the necks at the 13 stairs Seeing people becoming friendly while clapping hands That mixes in with sissy thoughts and hurts others Seeing you like this it's just too sad Splash of blood Squashing basic instincts Talk about death I will live with my work I scream with this body of flesh that separates heaven and hell I carve the sins. What will be the proof of my existence if it disappears with the wind? No one wants to talk about the truth that hurts the ear The suppressed minds Compensate the sins, and let life be gone Is it a sin for me to live because I am evil?
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