I Dreamed The Coward Of Injustice Is My Call

Luck Is The Future To Save A Little Savage

No Pitiable Cries To Feel Obsession

Of The War, I Jar With Myself



Screaming Pain

Screaming Pain Of Hate

Within Me

On This Hollow Sand



The Net Of A Creeping Life Has Done The Damage

Figures On My Sight Have Fallen Down

I Use The Power To Suffocate The Minds

No Beaten Ends Till I Cut Off The Light



Screaming Pain

Screaming Pain Of Hate

Within Me

On This Hollow Sand



Scar In The Head

Is Too Deep To Whip Away

Scar In The Head

Is Too Deep To Whip Away



Blowing Wind The Blood Of My Justness

Blind Sorrow Has My Honoured Fate

Behind That Locks Of Complicated Cell

Bodies Float And Circulate My Moves



Screaming Pain

Screaming Pain Of Hate

Within Me

On This Hollow Sand



Scar In The Head

Is Too Deep To Whip Away

Scar In The Head

Is Too Deep To Whip Away



Screaming Pain

Screaming Pain Of Hate

Within Me

On This Hollow Sand



Scar In The Head

Is Too Deep To Whip Away

Scar In The Head

Is Too Deep To Whip Away