Kill the tongue
The silence of white
It bloats as words
Eagerness crawls near
The crumbling temptation has a smiling face
The blurred night bursts
Cover scars with scars
Darkness, doubt and human nature
Crave each other like crazy
Shouting of the people that can adapt
She picks the petals off the butterfly smilingly
Superiority
Scatter peacefully
Be broken so mount
Shut your eyes and yourself from reality
The loser human drifts forever
It won't be heard
Shouting of the people that can adapt
The demand and gathering for the camouflage the destruction of order in lines
Reality entertainment and the nothingness opens up the wounds
You trace the answers with your fingers
Dancing slowly, forever sick