The monologue of my I'm still seeing your skin and blood
reality: under my nails.
My reveries' death begins...
My reality meets my fantasy I'm not afraid ' cause I believe
and says: "May be..." my reveries and you exist.
But is it fear and shall I live
in my perfect world, so twisted ?
The aria of my fantasy: You feel my passion far away
and search a mystery in me.
I'm your dream and vision divine.
... together free in the eternity...
The pain and the fury of But where are you /where are you?/
my fantasy: To hold me when I cry, /I cry.../
To kill the monster
And for me, to fight?!
The masquerade: I don't need your answer any more!
You could touch my fantasy, so lone
Pervert angel, you - devil in disguise
Kill my memories
born in faults and lies...No!
My reality fuses with my Come you, devil,
fantasy to create my madness: feed my own religion or
free me from this pain !
I give my soul ! I'll pay !