In the closed room the scream changes to a sweet sigh
The mischievious behavior of my envious heart leaves
The shape of love and truth is traced with the collar and retraint
Immediately before the madness the writing with wax and blood say "Re-birth"
thrown...broke...trance...fall
slow...groan...trance...trick
drown...grown...trance...lip
flown...clone...trance...trip
The form with the flower bouquet hanging
It will probably sneak away from this garden
The cruel flower, however beautiful, has a painful fragrance
It will probably sneak away from the cursed land
It probably will sneak away from the paradise of withrawl
It will probably sneak away from the world of grudges and betrayal
While it will be embraced with awe, it will probably sneak away
It will probably sneak away from the disgusting garden
It will probably sneak away to the fruit it has wanted
It will probably sneak away with the invitation of the snake
It will probably sneak back to the playback which you dreamed
thrown...broke...trance...fall
slow...groan...trance...trick
drown...grown...trance...lip
flown...clone...trance...trip
Domesticating tragedy of the masked heart
Coming out of the shell that was put in heaven
Now it is born and changed
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