Wake up
nothing but worthless stuff, overflowing, plugging up my eyes
[I'd sell my soul]
my soul bears a wound that bursts into flames
[heart like a hole]
I don't have that which I've lost
for its ephemeral, scattered sake, I carve deeply
nothing but worthless stuff, overflowing, plugging up my eyes
[I'd sell my soul]
my soul bears a wound that bursts into flames
[heart like a hole]
I don't have that which I've lost
for its ephemeral, scattered sake, I carve deeply
for whose sake have all you innocents plugged up your beautiful hearts now?
I don't know
I don't know