I was a sad fucking figure,
frail figure of a tortured soul,
covered The black curtain that full self-centered,
Satan even more tightly gripping my soul,
I want regardless of the dirty bastard circumstances,
I have a lot of the oppressed..
fuck you all who have been oppressing me.
I want overflowing my anger,
I'll lunge, the wicked man, with a dagger,but why, this is all so hard
I'm trapped, in the middle of the biota rot,
Ooooo.... ruler of the seven layers of heaven
give me strength, to escape from this painful drama
WHO DO I TRUST ?
I TRUST ME