My blood-soaked hands and my hanged body
Swinging, swinging
Inside this dark box with no way out
Thinking, thinking
Never realizing...
Gazing at this faintly wavering life
I am merely looking back at the past
The view before us is always warped
Alone, alone
Never realizing...
Embracing this faintly wavering life
I grow weaker the further I walk
Clawing at the emotionless wall (over and over)
I tried to let myself down, but
I can't escape
I can't reach anything
I can't find the answer
All I can see is the end
All I can see is the end
I am not needed
I am not wanted
I'm only swaying... swaying...