Look at my eyes there sun with thorns,
Burns my face by a salty rain
I am one of billion diffident souls,
At the hand of prince with face polished by pain.

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Death tenderness so attract me, but
you broken your promise.
No any more, any more try to be perfected,
Give me moment, i have try to sing all that i feel...

Formalin dream of not born child,
Under lullaby of connecting tubes 

So making  at the invalid chair,
I assure myself that it is everything love!
Push me back, push me down here
Let we will laugh, tell to me: "Alive"