The white noise that fills up my head When will it ever fall into silence? At the very bottom of this freezing heart Someone just poured pure gasoline. Black smoke boiling up from deep within, Something inside me begins to awaken. When everything turns into a blurred, blood-red fog, The monster hidden inside me snaps the chains. Flay my bones, I don't care—pain is already a festival. Swallow the remaining tracks and walk forward without a doubt. The fragile and peaceful piece of trash you once knew Has now turned to ashes, scattering in the wind. Through the echoing screams that pierce the void, Only the epic poem of destruction resounds. Burn it all down, smash it all to pieces. Never stop until the breath cuts out. When everything turns into a blurred, blood-red fog, The monster hidden inside me snaps the chains. Flay my bones, I don't care—pain is already a festival. Swallow the remaining tracks and walk forward without a doubt. Turn it all into ashes... And in the end, only silence will remain.
