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