This spectral world, where few have tread
As Summer days to Autumn pass...
A corrupt nation harboring the troubled mind
Look around all is evil I'd rather be blind...
Take a paper, Take a pen,
Take a story, Take a voice...
Darkness of the deepest kind
With roots of hatred and fear...
Strawberries and cream,
thats what she is...
Of the seven deadly sins,
which one do I choose...
He was in the distance
she could see him a far...
Don't worry, don't distress;
for in shadows there he stays...
Every night I cry over you
Wishing you where still here...
I see you talking and laughing
with your friends...
The guilt sinks in
Then I start to realize my sin...
Let us find our way together
Let our hearts float like a feather...