There is no future for their lurk A rubbish can that full of ferns You find the way to knock that door And be afraid to go down there Go down there Taste of reality is obscured Flows along the crazy parade It was a setup by the one who has become destroyer Drown in your fire Should I follow to edge of the world? It's your turn, but still you never learn Parasite are sucking blood around Can you see? It's hard to take it off Melancholy was thrown at pagan Pagan Pagan Moral Is the treasure of mind You despise me Undue influence to the flaws Sustain yourself From the ego, My heaven Is your hell Drown in your fire Should I follow to edge of the world? It's your turn, but still you never learn You never learn