from 1cenova The next edition my life across Tears out all disillusions. From my flesh and blood. Disconnection in the core Lamentation more and more and more...
My dear emptiness We were so thoughtless Now I'm your frequent guest My dear emptiness...
What kind of pleasure Do you prefer? Which one of them Do you ignore? Low resolution in one's head Marry-go-round Marry is mad.
My dear emptiness Enjoy your powerlessness Now I'm her frequent guest My dear emptiness.
Self-destruction has no excuse Souls corruption brings the noose. Truth is what destroys your core. You need love and even more and more and more...