Lying before me,
scene painted in green
I was never found
when I played hide and seek
The scenery I see is
beautiful like my blood
Flows gracefully
from my wrist that I've cut
Oh raging wind,
go do your thing
And take me away out of
this painted space
The world that I have yet to see
Where two of us are only
Shooting on my neck,
the burning sun Ah...
Where is the day
when I was never found?
I always fail to notice
the important things in this life
Is it because I was playing foul?
The wound on my wrist
I've cut myself
still has not been healed,
tingles with pain
I shall tell my blood
to soar up high with the wind
Let it dye everything
Oh raging wind,
go do your thing
And take me away out of
this tainted space
Have no complaints
where I will be
even if it is maculate than
where I am now
Riding the wind
that rages high up in the air
I'm going to find you now
The world that I have yet to see
The world that only I exist