Forgotten wasps torment your mind
drawing chains around my head.
A sweet madness guides you through the shade
in search for sin and misery.
There's no surrender, so dismal and so tender.
Pain bites my patience from deep within the howling stains.
I can't hear whatever you say,
go away and let me stay.
Cause' I lose control,
I don't know what to do.
Something's wrong, I'm crying for you.
At Lord Why's domains sun is going down,
Rest your mind and try to forget.
Now I'm looking through your eyes and I see hopeless filth.
Damned by your own insane blind hate
can you hear angel's cry?