Like calling out, like being profitable

Below a destiny called inevitable

The compassion in my hands is for killing

The poison in my hands is for living

This red, bitten and dyed, is like a fruit

Brittlely, dearly, it satisfies as much as it hurts

These fingers that pierce on with the misery of your dearest wish

Like seeking out bonds and make up for loneliness

Don't they fight?

Like being hidden within the door

Like being crowded within your heart

The protecting love becomes a needle

Piercing both my body and heart

This red, shown torn, is like a flame

Hotly, dearly, it yearns as much as it burns

This heart that burns on with the misery of insincerity

Seeking out shards within piled-up memories

Doesn't it melt?

This red, bitten and dyed, is like a fruit

Brittlely, dearly, it satisfies as much as it hurts

These fingers that pierce on with the misery of your dearest wish

Like seeking out bonds and make up for loneliness

Don't they fight?