Here you are, walking on the edge of a blade, on the verge of consequence.
And you live without knowing hardship, without expecting the consequences.
Yes, the bright side may not be strong, but it’s still not red.
And afterward, it might be nerve‑wracking, but not dangerous.
No tears, no feelings, and no suffering.
No pain, no fear, and no consciousness.
No soul, no love, and no desire.
No strength, no time, and no torment.
Oooo oh oh oh.
Time has frozen forever in your eyes, not in tears.
Happiness has drifted far away in dreams, in the clouds.
Let this summer be all in you, on the earth.
And the wind’s songs on your lips, in your hair.
No tears, no feelings, and no suffering.
No pain, no fear, and no consciousness.
No soul, no love, and no desire.
No strength, no time, and no torment.
Oooo oh oh oh.
Yes, you’re strong again, you’re having a psychosis, not seriously.
Promise yourself not to be in the darkness, on the wall.
You keep your hands behind your back, tie them up.
And at night, suddenly, it will start raining again, prove it.
No tears, no feelings, and no suffering.
No pain, no fear, and no consciousness.
No soul, no love, and no desire.
No strength, no time, and no torment.
Oooo ooo o.
