The colour of youth was there, and all youth is
in black and white.
Thinner and shallower
as the wind blows you off
We are the pupils, the innocent souls.
It shall be perrished, and the sins are borrowed.

About time to pause the moment.
Can't you see we're on the rise yet?
Your sickness grows up faster, faster
trying to hold us down,
and the mold of Gold is melting.

Searching for a new tragedy as to it was meant
for any of this to happen, aren't you?
But your mighty wall falls into the ground at last

I shall said;
nothing governs **nothing

Such a coincidence that I ran into you on my way home
I thought you would never miss me again.
It's good to know you care about me.
God knows how lonely
it can get when I'm at my darkest corners of my mind.

I've been lost on my path
for a very long time
I've been ripped off my soul
as fresh as cherry blossoms
and I've abused myself
since the sun became the moon.

This frozen heart of mine would go palpitating
if I knew how much nights you slept to cry
when I'm at my absolute worst
but you left me trembling.

I've taught that everything swings into action
but never told why.
how can I suppose to say
to "never give up"
but sometimes giving up and letting it all go
is the best option I've got
because I realise I'm wasting my time
and all you lot hungers to please and
serves to your Masters,
lying to my face.

On champagne supernova,
we are all losing in faith
and now you're telling me
that I'm entitled to live with a certain set of mind sets,
circumstances, but rather with a certain set
of attitudes.

I'm to devour for everything,
and nothing and
it's almost time for you
to see what's in my mind
yet ironically you never even replied me back
and it seems you don't want me any more.

Go miles before I fall asleep,
slumber in my nightmare, that's all you will get.
I Surrender.

Allow me to hold your breath for just a moment
whilst I kiss on your neck
longing for replacing it something mellow.

Where are the songs of You?
dare to look into me
To bend the fruitiness over,
drip all over me
Why are you so bright?
Where all those juicy vines is for?
What do i breathe for?

How a soul hold so much;
Sentiment controls little talks
triggered not to impress myself
Will it last or
Hurt, dashing out.

One
Of those nights, when the Sun lifts her up
The City is revolting
over her, and this Knight is so young
That sees through my eyes.

Braid your soft hair and marks on your torso.
Racing my heart on vacant this long,
querying on your presence at the right time again, again,
and over again

The explosions
for those of who let you go

Lay with me, the cuckoo's calling

are my favourite. Who flies.
like a shooting star in the sky
At night.
Is this call from your garden of the asylum?

Making my entrance into you
Flew, clinging to the window
by the claws of mine.
The garden knows nothing but the illness.
Only it knows of your greatness,
Relieved.

A wind squeezing sounds, birds chirping.
Then Head to toe.
The fullness on you is a witchcraft.

Certainly you must have made this barriers and behind them,
you are you
Of stars, the brightest,
the genuine.

Where am I... yet I am heading to you.

Looking back when we were together.
I stared at your eyes and
the glorious moment left me alone.
Put the memories behind all.

The colour, the chain on you lies vanished away into the water.
You were my everything.
Find my past until I met you
I'm cringing.