Testo di A Happy Death

The soul of flesh has walked away A symptom of flash-static pain Brought through the contrasting of A world of hate, and a peaceful dove A saddened face is bathed in light Unaware of watchful eyes A victim of the burning night Assuming no one hears his cries If one could hear him, then that one wouldn't care at all If one could hear him, then that one wouldn't care at all If one could hear him, then that one wouldn't care at all If god could hear him, then that god wouldn't care at all