For hell is a human flower on a bridge
Her pale skin rings no comparison
To the human love above
Yet her body is a miracle...the genius of all dreams
She walks and she smiles
At the same time
Behold the human love
Carrying the human flower,
She stands tall all of a sudden...
And all of a sudden there is hell
All over the world
For how many years is hell on earth?
It is my greatest discovery
That hell has a face,
A face of revelries
A time and space;
Do memories lose their meaning
When the lady in red becomes blind?
I see a bell across the road
I see the world shattering before my eyes
I hear a gun raging in the wind
I hear the lives of wounded children
I feel my soul drop to the ground
And everything within me is useless
For I am the mannequin inside the corpse you bring
And I am the pale skin in the fog
I am highly sensitive to the energies of the world
And these lonely days are troublesome
And hell is nothing to brag about
For hell is a place of torment.
There is something in the sky that is loud
Alas to the burgeoning cloud!
Dead corpses rise
As people sympathize,
Let us wallow in hell once again.