Vacant box calls for my consciousness...
It gradually becomes clear
Vacant box calls for my consciousness...
I'm tuning reality but it doesn't become synchronous
When I stripped the mask my heart was empty
(Mr. No face. Mr. No face.)
The corpse attaches, shedding it's skin again and again
(Mr. No face. Mr. No face.)
My corrupted emotions turn reality upside-down
(Mr. No face Mr. No face.)
Slowly the waning overcast sky screams
Enclosed in a world of distractions
The return to the moon kills me, and even now I cannot breathe
The prayer to the moon kills me, I breathe disappointment
(Mr. No face.)
My blood flowed without a reason I'm completely dead
It flowed into the warm ground I'm completely dead
(Mr. No face)
This false warmth of 36.8C I'm completely dead
How much do I swim in that kind of reality? I'm completely dead
Enclosed in a world of distractions
The return to the moon kills me, and even now I can't breathe
The prayer to the moon kills me, I breathe disappointment
never be tainted...
If someday, someday the light reaches me
I could escape darkness in time... I want to get closer
Collapsing and decaying on the ground
The return to the moon kills me, and even now I can't breathe
The prayer to the moon kills me, I breathe disappointment
The return to the moon kills me, and even now I can't breathe
The prayer to the moon kills me, I breathe disappointment
Vacant box calls for my consciousness. .
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