Starring at the white ceiling.
Being thrown back into the end of days.
The gentle men will take revenge!
Trying to cut the scum off this world.
The sober blade- lunatic's fate.
This will to cleanse can't be ignored!
Waste away with poisoned veins.
Senses fade and the hate awakes!
Love kills in persistence!
Barely remembering these winter days.
But the nights I left without a trace.
"Catch me when you can!"
THIS SHINING BLADE - NO MORE - IMPURITY!
THIS IS MY FATE - THIS IS - MY DESTINY!
FROM HELL!
WITHOUT A FACE!
Deep wounds cut in delusion.
Warm blood over cold hands.
"My Heart is colder still!"
Disappointment and disillusion.
Mutilation as the one relief.
And cries remain unheard!
Am I victim or the cruel offender?
Do you feel remorse or just contempt?
Does anybody understand?
I looked them in the frightened eyes.
I felt the death of their final breath.
Mary Jane! Take me away!
THIS SHINING BLADE - NO MORE - IMPURITY!
THIS IS MY FATE - THIS IS - MY DESTINY!
FROM HELL!
WITHOUT A FACE!
Fear I