We don't look for ourselves
We want to lead it astray
On this dark road
That portrays our lives
We look for meaning for it
On the base of the booze bottle
On the side of potion bottle
On the lap of the Maiden of Death
The world is beautiful as sky
Somewhere inside my head
I'm a cloud cutter and I enjoy
The bright sky-blue
Though ugliness is raining on my back
I don't care the clouds of it
No one color the grayness of live instead of me
Killers, murderers
Thiefs and prostitutes
Drunks and addicts
Mads and gamers
There is enough room for noise
And lots of them who laugh for nothing
Lots of them that sing for nothing
Who longs for beautifulness
The world is beautiful as sky
Somewhere inside my head
I'm a cloud cutter and I enjoy
The bright sky-blue
Though ugliness is raining on my back
I don't care the clouds of it
No one color the grayness of live instead of me
The world is beautiful as sky
Somewhere inside my head
I'm a cloud cutter and I enjoy
The bright sky-blue
Though ugliness is raining on my back
I don't care the clouds of it
No one color the grayness of live instead of me