Words written with a needle
Placidly sewn into my body
Broken into pieces, fragile porcelain
Crawling on the floor, I buried the fragments into my skin
I've seen it with clarity since long ago
The silhouette of that docile solitude
The general remains in his labyrinth. [2]
Be it madness or pure instinct, his eyes can no longer see anything
Ah, praying a prayer
The eagle dreamed
A vivid dream
Captive in its cage, it doesn’t know pain
Ah, echoing through the walls
With neither justification nor passion
Weakly, behind that door
A song can be heard
La la la…
Rotten roots burn without dying
In perpetual wasteland, they see their fate
With each sin, the general, with no glory
Amongst the holes in his memory, he condemned his entire lineage
Forget the sorrow, take me out to dance
Listen to the music
Take my hand, squeeze me hard
Bury your nails into me!
Piling up, accumulating
A curse
Along the hallways, inside my ribs
There it wa-
Ah, in the corners of my conscious
I felt its warmth
Ah, dirty blood, weak heritage
Colorless poison...
Ah, echoing through the walls
With neither justification nor passion
Weakly, behind that door
A song can be heard
La la la…