I'm feeling tight and certain
As man who never tasted milk
Was never born
It's like a merit - resisting feel those pains
Not to regret for anything
For anything
With thousand lives behind
The ditto lies ahead
I have enough of time
To find the shelter with your tears of red
Day after day
I try to plumb the depths
Of entity
My gla**y surface
Is cold as stone
I'm hollow from inside
Invulnerable pace
My peccant grace
With thousand lives behind
The ditto lies ahead
I have enough of time
To find the shelter with your tears of red
To hate is for the weak
I just don't care
Oblivion turns to bliss
So glamorous, but still unfair