In the midst of dreams, from the edge of words
And from the interstice of gloomy nights
Want to get out of it, yet ending up with mumbling noise
When did it become so effeminate
Or has it always been in this way
I want to swallow this fainting, boring world
Freeing from deep inside
Always, in the centre, with a shape that never belongs to me
Even the throat is dried like emitting smoke
That also makes a good memory
Blocking the heart, hiding in the body
Immature impatience is winding up, you see
There’s nothing left
There’s no one accompanying
Not curing a cold
Not storing any money
Seems like being dead
Therefore
Why showing up such eyes; yet the future has not come to an end
Your blade is just breathtaking and hurting
I know that too, and the truth is like the Dead Sea, an invisible future
Again beyond the night, just hurting, in agony
Yeah, that’s the karma, that inspires like “never think you’ll be let go to hell”.
If I really have any talents
To praise a twinkling, twinkling dream
Want to say something happily, yet ending up with mumbling noise
So beautifully that feels like vomiting
Tormented by jealousy and envy
Losing confidence; this looks like what I truly am
A life like a mob
This is the fate
Fail to be invincible as always
It’s running out of time; Yet the future has not come to an end
Your blade is just breathtaking and hurting
I know that too, and the truth is like the Dead Sea, an invisible future
Again beyond the night, just hurting, in agony
Yeah, that’s the karma, that inspires like “never think you’ll be let go to hell”.
Your blade is just breathtaking and hurting
I know that too, and the truth is like the Dead Sea, an invisible future
Again beyond the night, just hurting, in agony
Yeah, that’s the karma, that inspires like “never think you’ll be let go to hell”.
Not curing a cold
Not storing any money
Seems like being dead
Therefore
Why showing up such eyes; yet the future has not come to an end