(Foolish style foolish style) a whirlpool cloud below (Foolish style foolish style) jump into the spiral Empty too much too much empty too much talking* Empty too much too much empty too much talking The sound of the spiral will resound this evening (Foolish style foolish style) I am surrounded (Foolish style foolish style) in any case I'll play Empty too much too much empty too much talking Empty too much too much empty too much talking The spiral sound disturbs disorder Take my hand, entwine and draw "Indecent spots" how many times for "him" (you)** [? ] Why do you laugh? Counting the ringing sounds, it doesn't stop Manipulated/made to dance for my side It stirs up pain Pain so deep that my breath is blocked "Cat's cradle" repeats until nothing is left. It piles up and begins to spill from out of my lips Biting I realise with a long breath... This evening's mechanism, mankind is feigning ignorance The wound is exposed and drips, faulty love I'm fearful of losing something for something I want again... unbearable Pain pain pain pain pain it's not "you" Pain pain pain pain pain it's still not "him" (you)
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