Garbage

As dark as dark sky and earth,dizzily mind
As sore as sore the back of the gullet,dizziness

You can't catch me,can't catch me
Can blind birds fly?They can't

I go up the blind stairs intently

Ladies and gantleman,time is over
Ladies and gantleman,please die

My child flowing down the sewer is a piece of incompetence
Can't grasp anything with my hands

Like a garbage I go back to doing

Whatever I may wish,it's weed life

Night and day at the end of the day,all day and so every day

I scream even in my dreams I want to become happy

Rosy lipstick My child laughing is a piece of incompetence
Self torture... abuse... die... wanna forget... I hate
The song game of counting petals