Let it be my trouble
Let the chalices be full
While I mislay, the Reaper keeps watching
You are heeding, not seeing
You would be taken by them, who are you hobnobing with
I don't know how much hells have been extinguished inside of me
They think I'm insane
They are seeking me
Have anyone seen them?
The leaf which has fallen was my childish dream
Writing away on paper
I miss white
When I made a decision my hands were in blood
God has the last say
I was buried in grave