The Atmosphere was the witness He watched me as i soar high And elevated down the floor It seem so ironic, hoping for a mistake Glistening upon their acts of parasite
Its so sick, totally its killing me They may innocent at the first place But later, they changed their colors As before a light and silent Later on, black was govern everything
Its bright was nailed in the inner part Unwillingness was intensely in frame It never touch by a merely hand Not even water dissolved their strength
Sometimes as I pass by to their eyes They accused me of wearing the guilty clothing line It breaks my glass inside And tear apart all my papers Which signifies the signature in me The passes through the infinity
Hey, is there any hope in a stalker like me? I need to shift from this low class human being To something a head turner in a positive ways Building again the last integrity That I had put inside my pocket
Dearest moment, are you still there? Come, I invite to go with me As I pull myself out from this tall bottle Be my stronghold in this opera