Текст: Dir En Grey. Uroboros. Inconvenient Ideal.

The morals swallowed by the waves sway inside the basket and sleeps
The rain drops onto this earth and doesn't stop
It keeps on hitting the ground

Even the love that's locked inside the shell, is swallowed by the heartless beast
What makes them do it?
I put my hand on my heart
The baby's first cry disappears with yesterday

It disappears without even being able to let out a word
Was it freedom that we won?
Feeling the body temperature of my dreams and I pray
My eyes shut closed

It disappears without even being able to let out a word
Was it freedom that we won?
Feeling the body temperature of my dreams and I pray
Everything gets wasted
Deep into the red darkness
The life I hold high and proud of