We're on the suicide mission
Which leads us to [bad word] We've seen Rozz's bones
When they started to swell
Kitten's blindness -
Our future vision
Feel desperated by this bad decision

We leave our lives in gage
For the sake of this
While our death
Is under a lease
Kitten's mewing - 
Our songs of love
But still we're only get a half

We're on the suicide mission
Which leads us to [bad word] We're on the suicide mission
We're on the suicide mission

Walley of flowers
Syringes in soil
Toy shops and picnics
I keep on the boil
Our hearts are habitable for spiders