كلمات Elegiac

I'm feeling tight and certain As man who never tasted milk Was never born It's like a merit - resisting feel those pains Not to regret for anything For anything With thousand lives behind The ditto lies ahead I have enough of time To find the shelter with your tears of red Day after day I try to plumb the depths Of entity My glassy surface Is cold as stone I'm hollow from inside Invulnerable pace My peccant grace With thousand lives behind The ditto lies ahead I have enough of time To find the shelter with your tears of red To hate is for the weak I just don't care Oblivion turns to bliss So glamorous, but still unfair