Kasumi

You were crying with an apple candy in one hand... walking into the twilight. "Where's Mommy?" your eyes the shape of the moon burn inside my head and I hold you. It's August, when the insects start to cry at the sensu shop on the Gion Hill. The happy month of May that this child is looking forward to will not come. Paper balloons fly high in the sky. There, the tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts together until it's gone. I wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning by the sound of a small cry. I put the child to sleep by reading the child's favorite book. Good Bye. Paper balloons fly high in the sky. There the tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts together until it's gone. How many more years will it take for the tears to be all gone? The sun sets, underneath the burial is the truth and... 13 o'clock in the afternoon, not a single sound of the wind can be heard. Her body, still to this day, lie very quiet, underneath the tatami.

Marmalade chainsaw

You're a monkey, looking all honest all over the wall. One Twelve Two Eleven Three Ten Four Nine Death Thirteen. Shoot the guys who are just talk. Am I insane? Is society pleased? Suck, suck, suck'em all till the end mine death thirteen. It becomes reality as my wrist pricks. Ain't fuckin' around. Mouth to Mouth. Can't hear the cry of the newborn baby. Honey looks down at the scaffold. Stuffed inside the refrigerator is a sacrificed flower. It's the highly praised Serial Horror Show. Nobody,s hell liike mine. You're a Dancing Majestic Baby. The works of orange is Thirteen. Lets play with the chainsaw. SUCK ME. Living honestly is a my good point and I have no bad points to my personality. One Twelve Two Eleven Three Ten Four Nine Death Thirteen. Shoot him who just screamed. Am I insane? Is society pleased? Suck suck suck'em all til the end mine death thirteen.
It becomes reality as my wrist pricks. Ain't fuckin' around. Nobody's hell like mind. You're a Dancing Majestic Baby. The works of orange is Thirteen. Nobody's hell like mind. You're a Screaming Majestic Baby. A clockwork of Death Thirteen.

Asunaki Koufuku, Koenaki Asu

It's 9 o´clock in the morning on the third Friday, and outside the glass window, its irritating sunny as hell. I prefer the rain. You know when you have those days? You just can't laugh. If it's possible, somebody please tell me my purpose to live. I want to jump off from this life that's so ordinary. No more whitewashing. People stare at me with cold eyes because I'm all wet for not using an umbrella in the pouring rain I'm hunting myself, and I don't even know it. I want to laugh on the third Sunday after the rain has cleared up. The social face, the private face, it's nice to see you use it both so nicely. Well, thank you I haven't thrown away being human... No more whitewashing HUMAN GATE

shaba dababiba shubidababiba duebidabidaba sharu rarararan

Day by day the innocence if my voice is being buried down. Don't you think it's stupid? Being scammed by a same human being like yourself? Please cry... just a little. While you sit and cry on the bench, your future is like a crow that goes through garbage. Please cry... just a little. The morning of the fourth Tuesday. I will soon be with my people. HUMAN GATE. No more whitewashing.

Red...[em]

In the room, on the red wall hang Rosalyn, and the scent from the petals of the flowers fills the room but you are not here. On the velvet sofa as the dreams that turned to ashes quietly I watch a local movie. The reason to laugh is seeing you on the screen. The moon-shaped lamp still shines red. Goodbye... My to my dearest Vivian-scented girl. The decorations of perfumes in the sink, the black and white picture cries. What you see is everything and there's no reason to that. Cut down your discomfort wings. It's dying on you. Cut down your discomfort wings. To a tomorrow that can't be reached. Children sing the church choir at the newly built church. Whenever I walk past it, my heart screams. There's no forgetting the Past, the Present, or the Future. Will only the believers be led to salvation? That's stupid. Why can't we be perfect? Why can't it be? The merry go round that goes around and around and around has dried you up. I hold in my sweaty hand, a picture of you and an ice pick. Cut down your discomfort wings. Be freer. Cut down your discomfort wings.
But keep the door closed.

Fashion

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Saijou no Uta

In the season, the month of April, the song written on the sand vanishes. At the bottom. It is a dark and an endless tomorrow. To meet, to say goodbye under the blue sky. The end of summer, I met the sea. What is love if it just drifts away and it's gone? What did I pray to the sun that I know I can't reach, and turn it into ashes? I can't seem to end it, so again I pick up the pieces of you that disappeared in the sand. He sings the song written on the sand with his head down, keeping his voice down, and underneath it... the tears from the sky hit me,. Everyone looks so happy. You are not here by me on my left side. The breeze is in blur from last year. I met you in early autumn. The wright of sadness more than the weight of the pain. Flowers blooms and flowers fall, but a flower is as it is a flower. But also wish to change tomorrow. The spring when I looked for you the sand of the sea disappears.

Shokubeni

Kategorize. It's a garden with no pulse. People's voices all bunched up. A small girl, a dreamer who sells her body. It starts. A girl inside the box. Inside the box. When will she come out? A girl inside the box. Inside the box. It's the demon's feast. A dream is a dream, inside the delicate dream the little girls dream of. Kategorize. Who's back is it? The back of a small figure that dreams! It starts. Even if they kill the voice or hide in the dark, who's back is it going to be tonight? Tomorrow, again the night will lead to hell, where the bright demons hide... A girl inside the box. Inside the box. When will she come out? A girl inside the box. Inside the box. It's the demon's feast.