We had only
After 3-hour mute mode
Could you just imagine how rage had eaten my wholy patient?
Could you just imagine how you screwed me up?
(Or perhaps when I was in my wise mode,I thought I was totally dumb fool to admit that these all was my own fault)
Could we just stop by here for a moment (again),dear?
My fuel of logic-and-rational patient was run out.
We've been through it all, I chew I fall
While singing and mending your torn-apart melodies
My life's lost under your pillow
My breath costs your dream and show
I won't come down
I'll bring up death below your pulverizing soil
We are broken machines...
We are can-not-be-fixed engines.