As dark as dark sky and earth, dizzily mind
As sore as sore the back of the gullet, dizzinessYou can't catch me, can't catch me
Can blind birds fly? They can'tI go up the blind stairs intentlyLadies and gentlemen, time is over
Ladies and gentlemen, please dieMy child flowing down the sewer is a piece of incompetence
Can'tgrasp anything with my handsLike a garbage I go back yo doingWhatever I may wish, it's weed lifeNight and day at the end of the day, all day and so every day
I scream even in my dreams I want to become happy
Rosy lipstick My child laughing is a piece of incompetence
Self torture... abuse... die... wanna forget... I hate
The song game of the counting petals
