The scent... The smell of flowers in decay So sad... The way you see them rotting away Never though of pleasent dreams Your lost Life's unfair... Or
In Pouring Rain! I Drawn in force Angels tears They cry to curse! Soaking wet I clench my fist! I wonder What's in this I Scream to curse the morning
one seen They don't see, what the question is The reason... of being me The reason of being me (Back to grunts) I... Cannot think... of... a reason
The sun... Doesn't shine!... Anymore! Grey clouds... Cover the sky, forever more And I miss you. Your smile, your laughing face And the twinkles of joy
fire [Instrumental] [Clean voice] This inner twist Is getting worst Is there a reason to exist Or am I cursed? This Inner Twist! Is Getting worst! Is there a reason