Lacking…Lacking…Lacking
The village that goes on rotting…Glorification
Pleasure…Pleasure…Pleasure
Lacking…Lacking…Lacking
Rattling, scraping, engraved pleasure*
Pleasure…Pleasure…Pleasure
From your throat, you, yourself, is rotting
Holding hands, in the muttered words, the present grief continues to impose
Hoping to the angels is a sweet kiss, the time of demise is close
Inside of the light that never reaches, if the ashes continues to fall
Your voices are all seemingly granted to me
In the down pouring reality, there are people that can afford to look away
Without being able to do anything, the ghouls hear the voice of the people that can only suffer
The little girl that begs for help, the bitter cry is inside of the world
Telling the [bad word] To the despair that exists there
What are you wishing for?
If you possess no hope
What are you calling?
To the despair that exists here
Are you wishing for me?
Without carrying hope
What are you thinking?
To the despair that exists there
What are you wishing for?
Without things that die out
What do you know?
To the despair that exists here
There’s not any hope
The gods are sending black rain