my anesthesia breaks off, and my nerves are left uncovered
I look at the flowers I've put in a vase, and find them ugly
remembering my transparent blood flowing from the needle tip
even if you'd smile at me, I'd become a mere machine
the canary betrays me, escaping from its cage
little by little, the axis inside of me is bent
that dear fragrance hides in the shadow of white tiles
losing the memories from my mother's womb, I become a mere machine
if the answer is hidden in my overpainted instincts
I can find clues on even my despair
if the answer is hidden in my overpainted instincts
I can find clues on even my despair
ABSTRUCT MY LIFE...