This is not a body now
It doesn\'t know me
By the way of pride and sin
It\'s where l and you, we spin
This is just a skin
Like a dried leaf in a shallow wood
This is just a lie ghost, it doesn\'t have sight
Nothing belongs to as light
Outer calls it graveyard where there isn\'t sight of morrow
But place where, you view carcasses of sorrow
This\' yell of shame to hell
And a tiny desire that sells destiny
Sweet melodies that fell and wait for the bell
It\'s waitin\' for a last say;
which soon comes in day
I know, it\'s what scriptures blow
To one who hears, it\'s a flow
Is skin a witness across sky
I don\'t, since some deny
We\'re afraid! fear of pain;
And you and l, are shell of grain in vain
Amazingly, we all cry for salvation
Perhaps after pain you call for forgiveness
Then if so, above has mercy for weighness
May he paints our way for heaven if there\'s a salvation