I exchange thoughts with the clouds 

I hold my breath 

Ahh, it's just hard shell you can't see 

Is that where the bottom is? The shadow burns me 

Ahh, I just want to keep forgetting 

Slip your desires into the ants' nest 

Come now, all you have to do now is be reborn again 



Let tomorrow sleep and peacefulness will turn to you 

Free yourself and go with your razor sharp emotions 

Even the twisted flow is the proof that you are alive 

I invite the tearfully-indulging tomorrow 



The inculcated Dogra Magra 

The pain of the mark and the one and only personality 

And those colorful eyes all decorated I don't want them anymore 

Is hypocrisy going to come and take it away? 

The lonely red stage at night 

I dedicate the following to the aspiring leading actor 

That's where the truth is 



The small corner of my un-cheatable heart says "I still want to be here" 

Who can't we forgive? 

I let them hear my cold voice 

And i swear 



I will live with my work I scream with this body of flesh that separates heaven and hell 

I carve the sins What will be the proof of my existence if it disappears with the wind? 



"I've stared at the strong shining moon long enough to be bored 

can't even turn myself into a werewolf 

But just enough to become crazy by the darkness 

I want to suck the neck 

The emptiness of the remains 

I won't let you sleep 

At the age where you just want attention...tonight I might go crazy for you." 



Everyone wants to reach out their hand and grab happiness 

But they just end up becoming the monster that lies deep in darkness 

The end has already come to life 

It will take form at zero and will crawl back into the uterus and rot 

Every time this happens your faces crumble 



No one wants to talk about truth that hurts the ear 

The suppressed minds 



Compensate the sins and let life be gone 



The emptiness of the antithesis 

Becomes the choking and crying land 

Bury the bones in the common land immersed in thesis 

Be burdened by depression 

The gritty tsunami takes me away and I smile with bitter tears 

Couldn't understand the value of things 

The hanging of the necks at the 13 stairs 

Seeing people becoming friendly while clapping hands 

That mixes in with sissy thoughts and hurts others 

Seeing you like this it's just too sad 



Splash of blood 

Squashing basic instincts 

Talk about death 



I will live with my work I scream with this body of flesh that separates heaven and hell 

I carve the sins. What will be the proof of my existence if it disappears with the wind? 



No one wants to talk about the truth that hurts the ear 

The suppressed minds 



Compensate the sins, and let life be gone 



Is it a sin for me to live because I am evil?