Desire
The witch’s crime
The disappearance of the goddess
Concert of images and realities
Illusions due to idols
The delusions of the masses
The price of excessive envy
It’s been decided long ago
Waiting for execution since then
God’s favor is overwhelming
Broken self-love
The body taken from you will use a gun
I hate the curtains dyed in deep crimson
And the smell before dawn breaks
The reason I can’t become you
Was the kiss before a long sleep
The body taken from you will use a gun
The body taken from you will use a gun
Countless eyes blooming in paradise
With vivid light, judged the black
Sins of the witch
I lied
Neurosis in a cursed life
Thinking I could become a flower
With a perfect image and fake
The doll reflected in the mirror
Couldn’t even smile
Mocked me
With words lacking in charm
I hate the expression of the moonlight
Peeking into the empty room
That scene is burned into my mind
I knew the ugly truth wouldn’t disappear
Why do you gaze at me with a sad face?
Calling out in a forced voice?
Even if the witch wears a dress
She still doesn’t fit into paradise
I don’t want anything
Even if decorated, it cannot be obtained
Perhaps all I really want
Is to be soaked in the dappled sunlight
I lied
Neurosis in a cursed life
Thinking I could become a flower
With a perfect image and fake
The doll reflected in the mirror
Couldn’t even smile
Mocked me
With words lacking in charm
Despair
Expansion of nothingness
Transient glory
Dressed up for a dazzling finale
Three seconds to silence
Thirteen seconds until the first scream
Beyond fear
Yes, even wishing for death
Unbearable shame and inferiority arise
The body taken from you will use a gun