life is reaver, it sould swim
to place which border with my dream,
Somebody save, somebogy kill,
Last prophest says that it will real...
It seems that people not so bright,
And you will see your satellite.
In haze of days i feel this noise,
And english writer make your choise...

What's the people in history of your crash?
I'm really feeling up it again and again...
So, you will bend under the weight of fate,
Making this noise, making this rain...
Why do you laugh? Indeed you'r loosing control,
You sheap are burning, this [bad word] seems so cold...
Crowl under my skin, as your body got the hole,
It does not matter, where i'll fall...

Yuki to kioku wa noio kara
Demo anohito tachi wa risei tomasu. [bad word] Kami sinyende raimugi ni [bad word] Hoka no sippai o [bad word] 
I can go to other side, and i can stay...
I have choise: to accept it or back away
when i came to dying days, catch me in rye, 
And my star will turn of or shine so bright!!!