Reversible Doll

Three years ago, I was shot, provoked by the voice I heard I always ran away from the most fundamental songs It was a simple yet absurd line, that had at last grown to tiredness I bit, vomitted and threw away an arrogant sound The world stopped at three seconds, my heart's inner environment was entwined I hit the game head-on and tried to walk It's repeating, just like this I exchanged sense of values and became much more self-conscious Even if it's cut out to be a joke, it will always follow me "I murmured the wrong answer, I am hopeless. " Even if you say such a thing, I won't have the ears to hear Has all of this started, yet? Is there nothing lost? Ah, it's tiring, isn't it. These carefree dolls are dancing, spinning, jumping with no limits! If all you want to say is love, bundling up sounds and setting them up How are you loving this, now, becoming empty and disappearing? "Stumbling disgusts me," stated, going along with this time I crawled and ran There is nothing in this room but paranoia, paranoia Three years ago, I was shot, provoked by the voice I heard Three years later, the pen I delivered traced over my back To what means was it a simple yet absurd line? Thinking over such a connecting thing The road to showing off an arrogant desire closed Ah, everything and anything is hoarding away into a depressing room. The negative greetings sum up remarks in the echoing night "Now, from here on out please do anything you like. " What went wrong? From then on, there was just something little missing Who would "spin" such a thing? There was an appearence of that feeling Even if there is such a thing, such an impression won't last, will it? Out of all of what has begun, there is nothing lost. "Ah, it's tough, isn't it." Pick it up, throw it away, play all day, round and round and- If all you want to say is love, bundling up sounds and setting them up How are you loving this, now, becoming empty and disappearing? "Stumbling disgusts me," stated, going along with all this time I crawled and ran There is nothing in this room but paranoia, paranoia "I love you" is all you say, wanting to impose sound, depressed Only feeling that way will have you say you're suddenly crammed Still, even when the hate collapses, I became a doll who only shouts I crawled and ran It's nothing more then empty, so yes, it's time to end.