作词 : MacKintosh
It looks to kill
And fails to wait in sight

It twists me from inside

Carry all, heal the sore, I can no longer bleed

What is this, thing Ive been, you can set me free

The one I see, a blinded fool corrupting me

From within, worn away

Find, by mind, abusive ways

Allures me from restrain

Create the obscene, you can set me free

Sense predicts the scorn

The hour of peace is gone

The one I see, a blind deaf fool forever be

Burning me...

Worn fools that prey

On a faith filled day

Laughter stays, out of my way

Pass through my dismay