Got trapped in this fantasyland.
Between illusion and reality,，
Getting drowned by it all, you say you never wanna wake up
Flowers of evil is blooming
with all the lost souls, making offerings, bounded by their desires, to this fantasyland.
All the prisoners planting seeds of sorrow.
Tis I, overseeing it all.
Praying for their souls.
They say the mistress had it all. Well.
Little did, did they know.
But can’t you see
the light is fading
Pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony, sloth.
Sins.
Getting trapped in her past.
Mistress was but bound.
Tis I, overseeing it all.
Praying for their souls.
Who could break free?
But does she really wanna wake up,
Wake up from fantasyland?
Little did she know.
Could it all
Be but pride,
Helping to guide greed.
Brewing envy,
Invoking wrath.
Well. Little did she know.
Bewitched by this fantasyland,
Between fantasy and reality,
Traded in her freedoms.
The mistress is nothing but wasting away, drowning in her past.
Who will be lost, who will be found.
Can anyone tell what is the forbidden fruit worth?
Is It worth the price that they are paying?
Tis I, overseeing it all.
Praying for their souls.
For all the prisoners and the mistress.
For all of them
Are slaves
Of their own
Of their own endless desires.
Bounded by their desires
Getting trapped in their past
Tis I, overseeing it all.
Praying for their souls.
Is the forbidden fruit worth?
Worth the price they are paying?
Is it really worth it?
Little did they know.
Can’t you see
The light is fading
Is forbidden fruit worth?
Worth the price they are paying?
Little did they know.
Follow the prayers.
Sail on the ark.
Come, come our savior.
Follow the prayers.
Sail on the ark.
Could our savior be you?