Poison's flowing in your blood
Like a wine in a drunk body
A draft, cutting pieces in your soul
Sees the world in disharmony

Perverted, destructive the way you think
Avoid you from seeing clear
Without knowing, to the depth you sink
Your wrinkles deepen, your hair becomes gray

How hunting's the charge of your insulted exile
Your soul's crying in the silence
When you're bright eyes, looking at yourself
Tearing the screen of stillness