As you run, nearing the middle of the darkness
[Wind-up handled dolls] (while you escape)
You trip on a stone; it’s a dead end
When you turn around, someone’s watching
The demon of a protogé, crowned a sheep
At the boundaries of the night, memories squirm
[Under the control]
If I smile sweetly and woo you…
Hand over the gun at your back
In this wind-up town, there must be an end
To our manipulated, competing dreams
My heart is still moving, so
Give me back that body
These controlled words remain a lie
[Wind-up handled dolls] (disturbed)
Left to the flow, swallowed down
If we embrace one another, can we become our true selves?
Tamed, a player in a comedy
Don’t go unnoticed
Under the deceiving picture of the moon, you’re betrayed
Beyond your escape, there are dreams
My heart is still moving, so
Give me back those tears
In this wind-up town, there must be an end
To our manipulated, competing dreams
My heart is still moving, so
This body, everything
Already, everything single thing is too late
If it’s a farce, I’ll end it for you
If you still can’t hear this voice…
Because I’ll steal it away without hesitation