Leaving behind my arrested body
In a free consciousness, better than [bad word] 
Seeing off my coffin merrily
With frozen breath, a sweet dark whisper
The silent limit
Broken by beautiful words

Bright, they were far too radiant
Right, those eyes
Please don't let them look upon my sin ever again
Pride, the thing I haven't thrown away
Ride, it will probably survive
No heaven, no heaven

Sight of you

My hubris admonishes my heart
Which seems to forgive all, like an old angel
Where the cocoons awaken in my premonition
The pain in my back is born from feathers
My hope, will it again
Revert to a beckoning labyrinth?

Slide, as if falling
Sly, even if I scheme
So, if I face upwards and grandly fly
Prize, if I win one
Rise, I can probably change
My heaven, my heaven

Before my breathing stops
Maybe I can flee
I pray that my breathing won't stop

Ah...as if falling...
Ah...even as I try to scheme...
Now I look upwards and fly away
Bright, they were far too radiant
Right, those eyes
Please don't let them look upon my sin ever again
Pride, the thing I haven't thrown away
Ride, it will probably survive
No heaven, no heaven