Gazette. Burial Applicant (english). Zeneszám

Burial Applicant


Hello my dear, kill me gently.
A burned body doesn't leave you.
If you wait that you cannot save me, have you at least seen death?
Can I take your ragged breathing as a fake act?

Under the "creaks" that rain upon me, the trembling won't stop
I will break my ties with the pain that I can only understand with my mind

Die for me..., you can't save it.
Is it wrong? Answer me
See, let your eyes sway and waver
Because there are no lies in spilled tears
My hand..., eyes..., mind..., and breath.
What is left in the end are the rotten memories that have been burned
And the remains that can't even save a child

The shadow of the subject of the photograph goes crazy. Hate and terror scream together.
Seeing the peeling love, why must this body rot as well?
In the darkness that laughs in red, the foolish words that were spilled
Every time a breath was released is very alike to that "hate"


Under the "creaks" that rain upon me, the trembling won't stop
I will break my ties with the pain that I can only understand with my mind

Hello my dear, kill me gently.
A burned body doesn't leave you.
Let my wishes reach the ear that knows a newborn baby's voice and the sound of screams, to the pit bottom
Somehow, please make them sink so far into those wet eyes, as if to swallow them
Deep...So that they never touch me again
And those warped memories that laugh

Forget me..., you can't save it.
Is it wrong? Answer me
See, let your eyes sway and waver because there is nothing but lies in spilled tears
My hand..., eyes..., mind..., and breath.
What is left behind in the end are the rotten memories that have been burned
And the carriage that can't even love a child.