I am searching for a sign
to keep you alive for a while.
But you always hide your faces.
And your masks are all wasted.
Who’s ready to be deformed?
No one could divine.
It makes my flesh crawl.
Far and wide I look for a pure stuff
to create the new birth man.
It’s not enough.
And then I throw the cured bodies away.
It doesn’t take a long time to appear.
You will die. No fear.

What if I start to believe?
What if I discard and relive?
Now it’s my turn to hide a face.
And my mask – I’m wholly embraced.

Even if you look pretty nice and funny.
Even if you should stay calm.
I thought you could be good.
I thought you’re special one.
Wish I thought you could be fine.
Be fine. Be fine. Be fine.

I was a fool when I thought that everybody is beautiful.
But I was wrong when I thought that everybody is beautiful.
But I was wrong when I thought that everybody…
Everyone is ugly. Not beautiful.