How come you tell me to stop,
I do whatever I wanna do...

I could never think of any other way,
So don't ask yourself why...

Am I a demon or a man?
Those crazy forces coming from nowhere...

All my nights,
They make me suffer...

I’d like to be dead,
Here in dark...

Though the color of the sky never changed,
My own soul looks so different now...

I often sit under this tree,
Writing and thinking about you...

If you had the guts to come down here
And open your eyes so you could see mine...

Red sky surrounding me,
Blood you can see through my eyes...

You think you got everything,
You always wanted to be the best...

You’re singing a beautiful melody,
I know it’s you because...

All these people standing around you…
So much of hatred and sadness...