It's 9 o'clock in the morning on the third Friday, and outside the glass window, its irritating sunny as hell. I prefer the rain. You know when you have
Even blood that pours down from the slash wound to the chest needs a reason, right? Don't Humans feel at ease by hurting other people? Why do you look
Dying a Child Child Prey Hurry & May Nurturing a Wild Wild clay Bully & Jay the reasons why one can't laugh from the heart the treasons which one can'
oshibana natsukashimi ha omoide ni hitaru yuuzora sora aokiyoki jidai no naka de kowareta yume to yubiori kazoeteita kimi ni au hi wo matsu ano koro he
Koharubiyori no kaze wa myakuutsu izunda oto de kuzureta risou kowareta mirai ore ni wa mou... Motto kimi to itai kedo motto soba ni itai kedo egao
Brainwash makes us sing a sorrowful song. People in waves, they sing along. For the country to prosper. For the country to prosper. It's the country's
Goodbye. Kiss me. This is a show of just a 8mm tape and my memory. I'm in love with a naked blonde. Goodbye. I kiss you. This is The Slashers' Show. Your
Ringo ame Tsuki yomi sou no yami e Katate ni naiteita 'Nee mama wa doko ni iru no?' Tsukete dakishimete Mimekatachi me ni yaki Mushi ga naku zawameku
You're a monkey, looking all honest all over the wall. One Twelve Two Eleven Three Ten Four Nine Death Thirteen Shoot the guys who are just talk. Am I
"Obscure" How many hangings under the red moon "..." How deep will it sink inside eating skin that doesn't match? The snake makes way through the sheets
Time to escape, no time to lose There's no way to go, for me Laugh, BANZAI by force, Can't sing to your expectation... Identity Smash & Smash The guys
In the room, on the red wall hang Rosalyn, and the scent from the petals of the flowers fills the room but you are not here. On the velvet sofa as the
In the season, the month of April, the song written on sand vanishes. At the bottom, it is a dark and endless tomorrow. to meet, to say goodbye under
You're the one that's stupid. You're a pig; acting all honest but you hide your true self. Can't hear anything, Can't feel anything. This is a place of
Kategorize. It's a garden with no pulse. People's voices all bunched up. A small girl, a dreamer who sells her body. It starts. A girl inside the box
I reminisce under the late afternoon sky of the pressed flowers I miss so dearly. Back then, I counted down the days with my fingers to the day I would
Goodbye. Kiss me. This is a show of just a 8mm tape and my memory. I'm in love with a naked blonde. Goodbye. I kiss you. This is The Slashers' Show.
