Heavy burden made to be on our shoulder
A wound spreads and hatred will be rewritten
Evil like a saint
The fabricated hero
This is his very own figure
Blood that continue running for the ignorance
What should be protected is substituted secretly
The schemed hope leads us in a maze with no exit
Perilous light shine on the blockaded darkness
Helps of falsehood show off the disgraced arm
Fully covered sadness sharpens the new edge well
The edge pinted to us
Fully covered sadness sharpens the new edge well
The mirror which is not reflected
Construction of a gray windmill continues in a town without a wind
The reality fades away
And only the justice wrap us around which wounds us both
Glorified past and future for despair
Silence shows recognition
I refuse
Is there any fights without any consolation?
A self-portrait without a face
It's not me