The scattered me of that time Is inside of a hand reaching out The unknown taste I thought I knew Is locked inside of a small box
Whenever I stuff my painful wounds into my mouth again My jealousy, passion, coldness, light, rejection, and hope All intertwine and I can do thing about it
I scream
My melting, sweet, black emotions are chocolatl My ideals have already burned up completely! The "coward" ringing in my ears won't stop Find me, who is overflowing
It's not in the box that I was born with But I believed in my own form The regret I looked into had separated from me And dissolved
My miserable weakness remained The decoration of my own nature was spit out I merely stand still in shock from the enormous horror
I scream
My melting, sweet, bitter impulses are chocolatl My sense of reason has already burnt to a crisp! This deceit is shiny and pretty - I cannot accept it
I even hesitate to pick up The scattered fragments of myself
Search for me in the torn scenery Was that maddening voice looking for a place to belong? I don't want to think about my overflowing heart
Red, more red and the feelings I don't understand melt together The soot-colored sky in the ashes of my ideals Is so dazzling I can see nothing else Search for the true me
The scattered me of that time Is inside of a hand reaching out The unknown taste I thought I knew Is locked inside of a small box
Whenever I stuff my painful wounds into my mouth again My jealousy, passion, coldness, light, rejection, and hope All intertwine and I can do thing about it
I scream
My melting, sweet, black emotions are chocolatl My ideals have already burned up completely! The "coward" ringing in my ears won't stop Find me, who is overflowing
It's not in the box that I was born with But I believed in my own form The regret I looked into had separated from me And dissolved
My miserable weakness remained The decoration of my own nature was spit out I merely stand still in shock from the enormous horror
I scream
My melting, sweet, bitter impulses are chocolatl My sense of reason has already burnt to a crisp! This deceit is shiny and pretty - I cannot accept it
I even hesitate to pick up The scattered fragments of myself
Search for me in the torn scenery Was that maddening voice looking for a place to belong? I don't want to think about my overflowing heart
Red, more red and the feelings I don't understand melt together The soot-colored sky in the ashes of my ideals Is so dazzling I can see nothing else Search for the true me