Tonight, too, you have a blank look in your as your hesitating shadow reflected in the mirror mischievously becomes even darker, and takes a grey-colored breath.
Now, resist! This is a slowly precipitating world. Shouldn't where you stand be some place different?
tut-tut at the overly embellished lies, and fly off with my feet bare. With my shackles removed, what's left is my laughably foolish but yet sturdy strength.
My chest starts to throb to the point of being helpless, as I open the night's window. Yes, I shall do everything as ordered by you. You will rule the world.
When you break out of one dream, another will be waiting. Untie the ribbon sitting at bosom, use it to tie up the boring part of your own self, and roll him on the floor.
Now, lure in. That is an inverting world. You can see the blackness that's emitting white light, right?
If becomes too obscure, I'll just kick it away, and start running with my feet bare. When there's bright red liquid oozing from my torn nails, I'll just drink up that pain, so that time can start accelerating.
My chest starts to rage to the of being immodest, as my knock shatters the morning's window. Yes, I shall do everything as ordered by you. You will rule the world.
As the sky suddenly starts to collapse, I erase the the old names of the swaying flowers, and give them new names. The way of things in this will be handpicked by you.
My chest starts to tremble ceaselessly, as a different wind gently brushes our cheeks. Yes, I shall do everything as ordered by you. You will rule the world.