Pulse      got for gimmick... devise      well, let's sleep let's see the dream blood . earth . lie . sky    vomit inside the body body . god . box . beast    glorious moon isn't it pretty smell . neck . trap . black    That person is inside a wall...      scarlet sweet a memory sketched as a spiral returns to the earth   deeper still laughing like you're tame in this inflamed evening      1999, November 5th 6:30pm and 27 seconds   B-type, I, a perfectionist from A-type, you, an insomniac   you teach only a little of the lie   I, claustrophobic, am so happy that   I gave you a present of a chastity belt (it suits you very well)   I with flawless principles, in this inflamed evening   while my arteries pulse   into your veins inject the halcyon   take out all the blood that there is   in this simple room   only one I decorated it by hanging   while looking at that my feelings run wild, at my moistness you're staring in shock   while showing 3 minutes of paradise a good feeling   hysteria TYPE-A      scarlet sweet a memory sketched as a spiral returns to the earth   deeper still laughing like you're tame in this inflamed evening      if time passes anyhow   this child will be born and will become you   deeper still show me your best, as this child is tamed      scarlet sweet   gouged freak      got for gimmick... devise