I play that annoying, twisted instrument crookedly.
The dead moon's night sky is sarkly darkly falling down.
Even though my body is collapsing for papa's sake.
He breaks open my hard stomach and touches the inside.
To tell the truth, because you’re so gentle, i wish this could go on forever
And so you became the moon while I became a star in the universe.
Love me. Love me. Love me, i’ll give you everything. I’ll have you, i’ll have you bear everything for me.
So I can’t sleep, i just can’t sleep, ring, ring, ring, ring.
Could it be, oh could it perhaps be because they're not not not not smart, because they're stupid, good for nothing children, that's why?
Pitter-patter your soul is now planted on me, pitter-patter my soul is also planted on you.
He breaks open my hard stomach and touches the inside.
Rattle, clatter, to the rhythm of cracking bones, the worms infesting the mountain of corpses are dancing.
We’re broken, we’re laughing, we’re broken, we’re laughing.
And lies and true thoughts and short-lived trends and playing around