If I keep having things snatched away from me, I'm going to go insane
I've stopped breathing in the face of all these endings without end<br />
Enigmatic Feeling
Must you keep taking things from me? I'm going to fall apart (the world's started to dissolve
God descended and confronted me

"Who are you?"
I followed the world split in two and set myself free
It seems paper-thin, paper-thin (Is there only one god on the dividing line?)
It's getting strange, getting strange, and you’ll suddenly be taken away from me　 

Frantic, frantic, is [bad word] suspension? In my heart that [bad word] into focus,
Shake me, shake me, is [bad word] supsension? I can't even glance in the mirror