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The letters go to fire
One after one
My heart’s in riot
Confused, you’re gone

Birds flying high
Try their fears
Oh, please, strike out the lie
Of your own tears

Rising praying scratches the sun
The setting’s upset and I’m falling down
You’re in bliss
You pull the trigger of your gun
I must confess
I found (that)
I need my heart reload

Rising praying scratches the sun
So confused like under the gun
You’re in bliss
Feeling so empty just for fun
So much undone
I found (that)
I need my heart reload

(I don’t like strangers in my way
I must never talk to
You lead astray)

(I’m doing my best
But I guess that I’m wasting the efforts.
Your exhausting lies make me pick up those hot sparkles of love with my bare hands
Burning my self, I’m trying to heal the skin with teardrops of eluding, fearful time. This is an experimental way to make you feel the fault. And now you’re guilty, so give me the comfort. Give me the comfort I deserve.)

But now I only feel
I need my heart reload