Lyrics
Just like a diamond on the forehead
Staring at the ground,
My lucid violence is coming
Twisting all around,
My quite damnation is waiting
for a punishment
The wiser's compassion and laughters and confinement
As windows steams on the evening of a winter day,
Or stars keep crying in the ceiling
their blasphemous prayers,
I could still hear my voice screaming from the other room
And I could remember the close hugs of a tired womb
I was still living the brightest days,
I was still living the brightest days
The more you push me to the light
The more my blackest part is bright