When a mental disease was confused with a bliss,
They believed they are right, they believed we are wrong.
They wont pray for a riot, they ve been living too long.
Their enormous fear fills the atmosphere.
You just gave me the present,
You just gave me the past, that’s why never trust.
We will be the last to deceive the Sun,
To deceive everyone cause the truth has gone.
It has left no seed, so it wont breed.
With the high-flown words we are magic lords
Of the epic worlds. Just the primrose of sin
In immortal green of a shrinking dream.