The raven seeks his place to die without light Wish I flowers were out after rats eat up The face smudged with soot The thing I can touch is the body of scapegoat
My hands are already bloodstained So give me rise to the darkness now
Convicts found his place to pay with his life He wished his neck were cut hundreds of times But don't cry the word you read in his note "My cursed God, Hallelujah!"
I am not I...
Defamiliarization Say it out! The truth is a lie The lie is a true lie Defamiliarization