When will I know the truth, the real

horrors which lurk behind the evil lies.

Or am destined to never know the truth?


Am I to sit here, forever? Rot, a

marionette of cruel fate?


I'm just a mystery, even to myself.


Ready to fall to the floor,

everything just seems to meaningless.

Are you ready to fall with me?

Laugh it all off, but inside really mean it?

Loveless and careless, just the wind in our hair and

your laugh to carry us through the world.