Paroles de Final

The intention is clear, i stare, with this left hand, unable
To be worded
Every time i bleed, there lies the reason to live ... and i
Discover words being so vivid and bright

Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if i engraved the meaning that i lived in my hand, it
Will only be known as flowers of vanity

The final

One by one it multiplies ... why be a sad bait?

Deep within the hell of my heart ... i can't go back
A self-torture loser, not being able to see tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of life

Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if i engraved the meaning that i lived in my hand, it
Will only be known as flowers of vanity

So i can't live
What's lost can't be born again

A song that's not even seeking the proof of living
Let's put an end ... the final

Lets bloom flowers of attempted suicide.