you're looking for the fifth corner in my box this box is a prison for frozen clocks your heart was painted black but you a fox shell like a gold, but in box so cold
I am I am I am not young enough to know everything I am I AM I am not old enough to hold this scream
if in the future black widow 'll die YOU start to suture My parts of heart and you cant say Good bye
I am I am I am not rich enough to buy everything but I am I am I am not poor enough to sell their own wings
if in the future black widow 'll die YOU start to suture My parts of heart and you cant say Good bye don't cry, Follow my eyes and sky will drop by
I'm still not a corpse Please stop by my roar open their doors