Have things / I had forgotten
They would have not be said
Bows whom never they will loosen
And I feel that I am leaving this place

Why you dropped your guns?
Why you dropped your guns?
Why you dropped your guns?
Why you dropped your fucking guns?

Hearing wrong words
Dreaming right nightmares
I’ll be always here
I am your trick of bad taste
Hearing wrong words
Dreaming right nightmares
In the end, I know
I am your trick of bad taste

Have dreams / Oh…I remember
They would have not be dreamed
I want what this exterior smile
Cover this infernal pain

I know that I am little
I know that my words are badly said
Twisting all inside of me
Feeling a ghost
So lost how your soul

See me break inside
To be unnoticed
Unreal thoughts
Unreal words