Is that a dream? To walk in this guilt
Falling down, forward to the bleak cornes
Grey night, just consort with me one last time?
That sadness bushin has curtaining call
You been watched it start, also watch it ballyhack
Look, that's blood, fresh blood,
Lament for the drooping eyes
Dizzy color, are you pouring out? EH?
Sorriness color, getting thirsty however?
Dry rot body, does your poor soul feeling cold
Cold and cold
Let him sink, keep sinking, just sink
Hilding personality, is now licking the tearing wound
You made me blind
You just letting me blind, seeing nothing...