I’m messing everything
I hope crumbling but the way
I need my focusing
For the better and improvement of all aspect
I’m messing everything
I hope crumbling but the way
I need my focusing
For the better and improvement of all aspect
World-peace, my deepest compassionate
Two to two-thousand
Mythology, am the only that knows me
Wearing the mask, I need the spirit
Of you
Back to, celestial
Here to seek for destiny, my advisory
For the pursuit of final heaven’s gateway
I need to reach, the tip of this
What is it
I’ve sang since I was born, for the
The Totem
To create the upwards, the uproar
Of the, ultimate
The boom of shine that the world has even known
But is it just, now, to save my own soul
My leader, of the Present, and mythology
I bow to thine to guide to thee