作词 : 佘晨扬
作曲 : Psychopress
Though all appears to be clear to me 
I realise this absurd reality
Of the excuses I have grown weary when I trust the progression naively.
This is it, my destiny, between woe and mirth.
Though I'm given amnesty, seems it has no worth.
In favour of foresight, I boast...
I expect that the peace will not persist
and I lack the fortitude to resist
Will you hear again my cry, as you know my mind – 
this spiritually-deceased, impenitent beast?