I won't create a theme for a promise
 Something useless
 My mouth full of sand
 All I need to bring is this colour for my own blade
 This colour for my own blade

 I say, i'm not the one
 Can you read my notes
 Cause it's so much better
 With simple faces
 Are you ready to know?
 It's not a revelation, but a simple distortion
 Constant and permanent decay.
 Everything seemed so perfect
 Open up your eyes, ain't got time

 Not alive but just breathing
 Ideal means nothing
 I'm the believer, I'm the believer
 I'm the believer and I'm still dreaming

 What [bad word] first when something new is created
 Take a position to rise and say goodbye

 Maybe tonight
 Near the rotten roots
 Life holds detail, with simple faces
 You're not ready to know
 It's not a revelation, but an endless situation
 My words are intense I'm still standing
 My words are intense I'm still standing

 Not alive but just breathing
 Ideal means nothing
 I'm the believer, I'm the believer
 I'm the believer and I'm still dreaming