I convinced myself that there is no such thing as demons,
but every time that I look in the mirror I lose every reasons.

I see a chaos just waiting to explode,
a tragic story that soon to unfold.

I'm sure they never expected that I'd be this bad,
but the truth is that, I'm just so sad.

I long for something that even I don't know,
could it be affection, or religion, or maybe I need to bind my wandering soul.