Breathing is not my thing
Solitude of an angel, it is not
But I keep running into the land of humorous scales

You place your hand
What you thought, it is not
Why can you not be the thing I endorsed?

And she says
Like a solid ground full of tickeling rocks
The hand has almost reached us
But nothing should get along like you did

A sad song is playing
But why should I know
It is not that I wanted it to be like this

Insisting of the unknown
Unthoughtful minds I know
You shiver and vibrate until death comes with you

And she says
Like a solid ground full of tickeling rocks
The hand has almost reached us
But nothing should get along like you did

Stop fearing us all
You get nothing in return
It is only your fault
The devil is near you
Just wait for a moment
And you will be captured inside

And she says
Like a solid ground full of tickeling rocks
The hand has almost reached us
But nothing should get along like you did

Locked
Screaming
It is not what you were used to