• Living the life but dead
    Whispering to her the fears of all
    Sit beside the grim

    Her heart still pined to her backpack
    Only tears will stand
    The eyes show the rule

    Passing the night with revenge
    Going picnic to hell
    By the river of blood

    Now close the eyes
    Fill the heart with sorrow
    Drown yourself in the darkness

    This story will begin with happiness
    And end with sadness
    That was our life

    Living the unfair country
    Rule by the pretty devil
    Nothing left but bad

    We forgot about something
    Who is she??
    She is me

    I'm the one that hiding from the light
    I'm lost in the shadow of myself
    I'm the one that sing and dance with the devil
    The devil of all