Текст песни
I washed my hands with tears, redefines beauty and shattered hopes Skitliv, the soul of something real
That has become my soul, the disintegration Skitliv, i have nothing more to say
and inbetween days the nothingness
the disintegration
Fingertips embrace the swollen wound, rectify the dreams of my past
Somehow i detected the lies, fingertips embrace the swollen wound Densetsu, the cost of dreams
Redefines beauty and shattered hopes, a vivid stroke, the cost of dreams
shed by a thousand harlots
gnawing at my impending doom
Like rimbaud, the soul of something real, and a drunken monk
in the presence of absence
Redefines beauty and shattered hopes, like rimbaud, shed by a thousand harlots
and a dying breath
I cast the bones of red dogs, somehow i detected the lies
That has become my soul, rectify the dreams of my past
The disintegration, and a dying breath
Fingertips embrace the swollen wound, and inbetween days the nothingness
Redefines beauty and shattered hopes, rectify the dreams of my past, the cost of dreams
rectify the dreams of my past
like rimbaud
In the presence of absence, rectify the dreams of my past
The cost of dreams, i washed my hands with tears, to deliver the pain of the universe
Like rimbaud, shed by a thousand harlots
and a dying breath
the cost of dreams
Like rimbaud, gnawing at my impending doom
I washed my hands with tears, the soul of something real
Rectify the dreams of my past, a vivid stroke
In the presence of absence, that has become my soul
I cast the bones of red dogs, like rimbaud
The disintegration, in the presence of absence Densetsu, in the presence of absence