Wake up you’re dead
I’m just a third-rated star covered in blood
See the prince on the rocking horse, his polished face looks so cool
I’m just going to spill my guts on you
Under the name of Justice
You can’t break my soul
Under the name of Justice
Think, you moron
Fall out of line you cockroach
Right, left, front, and back, it overflows with despair and pain
They say this anger, this emotion, and this passion is all a lie
Wither Wither Wither
I’m not even trying to justify myself
The dark dark Sunday, the blood stains
You can’t save yourself
The dark dark Sunday, the blood stains
This is the last time
Welcome to the garden of destruction
even the voice cannot be heard in the dark
soon we'll see what kind of a man you are
The Dark Dark Sunday, the blood stains
You can't save yourself
The dark dark Sunday, the blood stains
The night is cold and long
The night sky is deep and wide
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