In the closed room the scream changes to a sweet sigh   The mischievious behavior of my envious heart leaves      The shape of love and truth is traced with the collar and retraint   Immediately before the madness the writing with wax and blood say "Re-birth"      thrown...broke...trance...fall   slow...groan...trance...trick   drown...grown...trance...lip   flown...clone...trance...trip      The form with the flower bouquet hanging   It will probably sneak away from this garden   The cruel flower, however beautiful, has a painful fragrance   It will probably sneak away from the cursed land   It probably will sneak away from the paradise of withrawl   It will probably sneak away from the world of grudges and betrayal   While it will be embraced with awe, it will probably sneak away   It will probably sneak away from the disgusting garden   It will probably sneak away to the fruit it has wanted   It will probably sneak away with the invitation of the snake   It will probably sneak back to the playback which you dreamed      thrown...broke...trance...fall   slow...groan...trance...trick   drown...grown...trance...lip   flown...clone...trance...trip      Domesticating tragedy of the masked heart   Coming out of the shell that was put in heaven   Now it is born and changed