Scales swaying in the wind, the second hand singing chaos
Our truth has easily lost its meaning
Darker than despair, a pitch-black comedy surpassing even fate
Dry are the roots of the tongue in trivial preludes
At the end of absurd and fantastic dreams
Crushed ideals lie, an Arcadia
Yet, until touched, a vague madness persists
“Lost in the Haze”
Beyond this point, prayers and determination hold no sway
Do you have the resolve to peer into the abyss?
Easily swallowing ludicrous contradictions in the depths of the belly
No one escapes the end
Beyond recollection, mocking blue like the karma
Encountering countless non-existent mornings
Fate, a word inadequate to explain
The inherent contradiction in the birth of life
And thus, in the name of rigid justice
A crumbling dystopia
Certainly, if touched, an irresistible madness
“Lost in the Haze”
Beyond this point, there is neither solace nor hope
The resolve to step into the abyss is in vain
Both eyes waiting equally for the judgment time
Stained by the end, piercing through the heavens
Without encountering any kindness
Remaining unaware of this bottomless solitude
“Lost in the Haze”
Beyond this point, prayers and determination hold no sway
Do you have the resolve to peer into the abyss?
Easily swallowing ludicrous contradictions in the depths of the belly
No one escapes the end
Ding dong, Lost in the Haze
Ding dong, The last bell rings
Ding dong, Lost in the Haze
