Lying low, flying high, the stimulation that sheds ash
The voice of the reaper's helper is heard
The scattered recollection, and my emptiness--
If you contain aid in those hands, please, crush it
You'll cause everything to end with those hands, and submerge me
The magical power to call upon ominous clouds and seal away feelings
Lead falls and pelt this body, quaking
In the lucid darkness, hungering--
If you contain days far off in those hands, please, ruin yourself
You'll cause everything to end with those hands, and submerge me
Reality is thrusted into my body which festered--
If you contain agony in those hands
If you contain anger in those hands
If you contain tragedy in those hands how about smashing those things?
If your eyes tell me everything, I'll let you know the day we part