I'm drifting away from the fake holy of their eyes.
Burning their young hearts to ashes.
shame which no one bothers to idolize
too caught up with the immense wreckage.
I say, don't go far
without hesitation, you have written it on your face
turning back would be such a loss
I say, don't go far
counting by using the half-dead fingers
they are moving like millipedes
stinging everyone & dooming others life
kiss the pink lips of the fallen angel
