The illusion's answer is always the same
A baby was given to the island of demons
The good you with youthful skin comes over to kill it
With the inside of the yo-yo that gods play with
Let us drown
Suspended, beaten, and shaken
Reflected on the waterside are those yellow eyes
A false sun in its centre
Light overflowing, it's a gift that I received
I pick it up and throw it away
The ripples sing
Let my voice roar from the island of demons