Из альбома: Recreate the Pain
I'm lost for words I'm holding onto thin air, it's hopeless!
You never thought before you spoke.
You're thoughtless, you're thoughtless.
No contact with you, make sure check out that agency between me and you
and this love to kill us.
This displays all your intentions, cause this is your sadomasochism
All is lost if not cooperated with, all is lost
Hopeless roses, hopeless roses, hopeless roses.
The sweet end.
Oh the sweet end between horror, it's heaven
Decorate the walls with
With their sweat and their undying love to kill will decorate the wall
around us
Leave the rest, rest to die.
What do I have to die for, not for this
Decrepit world, I'll be the last to die.
This is my time left wasted