What's to fear but fear itself?
What's to feel but pain?
What's to live but life itself?
What's to feel but rain?
The world is good.
The world is bad.
Don't you see it's both?
Don't you see the world's heart is filled
with bliss and pain, love and loathe.
The world is nothing but a contradiction.
It's just a war between two.
But when the war is finally over,
it favors out for few.
