wither

Everything turns into ash, even my conciousness is bidding farwell

Now I spin my piled up, fleeting memories

With this I decay completely and return to earth
Until my voice dries out I'll scream out in moments, foolishly

Torn apart inside of flames, I hold my pain dear to me
Towards a vivid future...

My tears fall down, together with the seperated fake flowers
Just my screams, how often do I connect them

My burnt right arm is melting little by little

The pain increases and return to that day once again
I throw up those words which are colored in cruelty

ah, like this, I'm gonna burn

Torn apart inside of flames, I hold my pain dear to me
This heart I played* can't be saved...
I'm cruelly torn apart...