I'm living a life with fairy tails 

They may be fast like cheetahs, but they may be slow like nails

and in every forward and backward turn

there is always a stop where your feet burns

I'll be stuck in burning chains forever

and they can bleed by using a lever 

I could never ever be open

I'd rather be alone swimming in the pacific ocean

What happened to my white good soul

it turned bloody and blackish like the color of coal

there is still some stuff that I need to believe

and remember, my flesh is sensitive

There is still killing sprees that need to be done

before the lighted moon falls and the rising of the sun

if you work for hand-and-hand

you still won't understand