Shall I tell you? Instead, promise that you won't tell anybody, ok? Let's make a pinky promise; If you're lying, you have to swallow a thousand needles
Unfold the wriggling story while it's still folded up Show it to me; past and future Super Scription of Data
Each time I had been reborn I was embedded in colored crystal When those seven colors were present
The blinding cycle of death and rebirth cuts me with a sword of prisms The shards of sadness are already gone Super Scription of Data
Because you desire it It's always right there If you return, Everything will change Super Scription of Data
The blinding cycle of death and rebirth cuts me with a sword of prisms The shards of sadness are already gone Super Scription of Data
Shall I tell you? Instead, promise that you won't tell anybody, ok? Let's make a pinky promise; If you're lying, you have to swallow a thousand needles
Unfold the wriggling story while it's still folded up Show it to me; past and future Super Scription of Data
Each time I had been reborn I was embedded in colored crystal When those seven colors were present
The blinding cycle of death and rebirth cuts me with a sword of prisms The shards of sadness are already gone Super Scription of Data
Because you desire it It's always right there If you return, Everything will change Super Scription of Data
The blinding cycle of death and rebirth cuts me with a sword of prisms The shards of sadness are already gone Super Scription of Data