A lie hurts more than the truth
My favorite scary color, peered
into the darkness these small uncertain moves
Is there any truth in their words?
Misfortune never come singly
They went over to my enemies
Fighting against heavy odds
Shameless lie uncontrolled figures
Bow to the inevitable
Life playing such games
Can you really answer these
Harmless questions of life?
Audience of the madness remnants of my mind
Invading my thoughts
Conjure up the spirit of the dead
Deeds speak louder than words
Harsh actions a suspicious look
The pricking of thorns, the sting of remorse
The stimulus of praise
Listening to this dead march, under a maze of pity
A surge of pity
The pricking of thorns
The stimulus of praise