The God came down to Earth
to shoot the Angel that got away...

Open season,
let's hunt down all angels...

Take me by the hand...
Can you hear God's cries...

I was buried alive, six feet under
and my cries went unheard...

I love her!
Her blood is on my hands...

I Dream In Infrared
Graphite sighs and darkened illusions...

Randomly I learned language of Gods
and then cursed their names through the window...

Hearing hisses of those silent killers
that dwell in grass in my lungs...

I can't be happy because I'm sad
I can't even leave the bed...

A notebook and a pen on the white table
broken lamp didn't illuminate deathly ninja...

Dreadful is my hollow utopia
and it cries on my shoulders...