I am searching for a sign to keep you alive for a while. But you always hide your faces. And your masks are all wasted. Who’s ready to be deformed? No one could divine. It makes my flesh crawl. Far and wide I look for a pure stuff to create the new birth man. It’s not enough. And then I throw the cured bodies away. It doesn’t take a long time to appear. You will die. No fear.
What if I start to believe? What if I discard and relive? Now it’s my turn to hide a face. And my mask – I’m wholly embraced.
Even if you look pretty nice and funny. Even if you should stay calm. I thought you could be good. I thought you’re special one. Wish I thought you could be fine. Be fine. Be fine. Be fine.
I was a fool when I thought that everybody is beautiful. But I was wrong when I thought that everybody is beautiful. But I was wrong when I thought that everybody… Everyone is ugly. Not beautiful.