The day I lost that which was important to me
In these empty hands
The cold, hard lead
Plots life and death
That which I am chasing continues to disappear
The illusions called madness
Is merely living, only that, in this
way, is too heavy
The moon that rises high in the sky
Continuing to drink and fill up on pain
In the thread of fate that I am entangled
If
I struggle, I become deeply bound
To see for myself that I'm not weak
I won't get rid of my heart
Pressed against my temple
Is a muzzle, if I'm not mistaken
The color of the crimes that can't be run away from
Have
stained my palms
That which leans on these shoulders
The heat haze called life
Even the sleep of eternity has been snatched away
to this nightmare
The moon that rises high in the sky
Continues to lack the eating of karma
The fingertips that pull the trigger
The
night that they answer even while shaking
I'm living, opposing
I won't lose to myself
The maturing that the light pulls at and darkness
Is bargaining
If it's that which doesn't change
It seems it won't
be caught shooting through with my eyes
The moon that rises high in the sky
Continuing to drink and fill up on pain
In the thread of fate that I am entangled
If
I struggle, I become deeply bound
To see for myself that I'm not weak
I won't get rid of my heart
