Butterfly, butterfly; come to me like a ship into the heart of the storm.
You can never give up; to the death, see you in the afterlife.
Use the Phoenix-down, come to me. Press start. Seek our palace to die.
Why do you not take me away from hell. Come.
The apex, my defect. I need somebody. To the express polar.
Tonight, tonight. The moon didn’t come out.
I love the deep jazz, of the astral.
Who is to save the undead.
Melancholy, why does that sound so beautiful.
Transcendence. Alpha-death. The other to form the trinity.
I want to sing the opera with my trip-hop. Oh, “Angel.”
Fated and casted are the “Morlocks.” Stuck. Reach into the underground.
The magic hand to cut the chain to the prologue of death.
Time. The Water-Boy. The hands of time. My little boy.
Please, take me; or help me die. Ever so deep, in the abyss.
Call me the red devil, I will kill ‘you’- ‘the killer’.
I am the blue water. I am the white flower.
I want to sing the opera. I will sing to the world.
The belief, it does await. Unlock me, in the secret.
Now, I understand. The fool.
Unlock me. They await me.