Remind the guilt, reproach the mean
Bear the traces, making something mean
Inspiration to kill
Into the invaluable game

Maybe the moment won't blame my pleasure
Maybe the moment won't blame my pleasure

Quicksand's repent swallows furiously
Chasing my self depression... I don't care!

The blood in my hand just remembers me
Remembers the dead screaming and asking for his mercy!
Slandering!

Footsteps wandering in nothing
Lies coming in the beak of crows
My mind drops my luck
Into his murder... stabbing seven times

But I will live!

For a moment, when I saw his eyes
My rage was spilled by my eyes
Then I relieve my inner fight