He was just there.
She just wanted it to be worth something.
The young boy just wanted things to be right.
That house just provided the lights.
Our life force, being drained away.
Dashing ahead, running out of breath… but running anyway,
Our dried-out mouths still tasted of blood.
Like we’re actually living!
What a strange thing to think…
The feeling overflows, as if it’s what we always desired!
A life of poverty is like bathing in mud.
A life of luxury makes us sick.
We didn’t count as burnable trash, so we were left uncollected at the curb.
Unable to burn out properly, where on Earth should we go?
Relying on a fictitious source of nutrients, our ambitions revive eternally, never decaying.
Getting pissed off and screaming aloud just made us hungry.
Our dried-out mouths still tasted of blood.
Like we’re actually living!
What a strange thing to think…
But if it’s what you want, I’ll give it all to you!
If it reflects in your eyes, then without a doubt
Everything will belong to you. So don’t lose it.
Don’t forget it.
Let us meet again someday, in our dreams!