Some are scattered, become a small piece In the corner of this room, a wave that doesn't move
And a thicket of wounds becomes decoration For a ravished room, freezing
Petrified in the nightstand yard, the feeling that was cultivated was beautiful
Shattered by the glass debris of the trauma that had penetrated, it instantly destroyed
Leaving behind bitterness, gone without a trace Leaving without a trace, like water that
Terror leaves, hate new memory opens, but this time
The incision became his greatest performance, it seems
That's the feeling I have, so interesting
For the funny beetles, some are scattered, become a small piece
In the corner of this room, a wave that doesn't move
And a thicket of wounds becomes decoration For a ravished room, freezing
Petrified in the nightstand yard, the feeling that was cultivated was beautiful
Shattered by the glass debris of the trauma that had penetrated, it instantly destroyed
Leaving behind bitterness, gone without a trace
Leaving without a trace, like water that
Terror leaves, hate new memory opens, but this time
The incision became his greatest performance, it seems
That's the feeling I have, so interesting
For the funny beetles, some are scattered, become a small piece
In the corner of this room, a wave that doesn't move
And a thicket of wounds becomes decoration For a ravished room, freezing
Petrified in the nightstand yard, the feeling that was cultivated was beautiful
Shattered by the glass debris of the trauma that had penetrated, it instantly