"It" has lost the shape of a man. Pitiful existence.
So, where does it wander without purpose. 

Naked, primal instincts keeps eating others' lives,
While trampling fragments of the pride it once had. 

Lonely... lonely... I've been lookin' for your lonely soul
Holy... holy... I wanna see you in a holy death 

The circulation of your [bad word] fate,
This is the time I [bad word] to a sever it 

The Chaser, [bad word] 
They are [bad word] of the feelings
No one is able to express it in a single phrase 

"You... going away."
The more it approaches, touching one another
the more something breaks with silent crying 

God, I ask you,
Which is man? Which is phantom?
There's no justice. There's no glory in such a fight.
God, tell me now,
Who is mad? Who is conscious now?
Everything falls in the blue dark 

She's caught in an ominous past with this existence
the flame of impatience burns in her mind 

Firmly stepping through wilderness she's [bad word] exhausted.
And she strains her voice calling out the target ahead. 

Lonely... lonely... I've been lookin' for your lonely soul
Holy... holy... I wanna see you in a holy light 

When the invisible prayer calls the miracle,
The end [bad word] at last. 

The Chaser, [bad word] 
They are [bad word] of a feeling
Fist... Only the fist will solve it in the loop of calamity 

"You... going away."
The more it approaches, touching one another
the more something breaks with silent crying
crying.