Sleep Disease

The white flag held while gloriously smiling,
Crying in despair, a mother whose child has gone away;
The mass of people fighting for nothing,
A red scattered on a withered flower,
This has nothing to do with our broken vision....

Loosing interest in our abilities,
He throws us away in the mud together with them,
The weapon of courage,
Even the blood takes form and complains.
Who are you to judge us?

At a perfect time, we take action
Say “Goodbye” to your wounds and retreat,
You’ll see the day of tomorrow
Even if the color of sin fills your future,
This pain you gave birth to won’t go away...
From time to time, please pray... even if it’s meaningless...

The distorted faces she saw in her dream,
Weren’t they your soon to be achieved dreams?
You who commands for fire to take form,
The voice of blame has now taken you along,
You can’t do anything but laugh at the rotten....

At a perfect time, we take action
Say “Goodbye” to your wounds and retreat,
You’ll see the day of tomorrow
Even if the color of sin fills your future,
This pain you gave birth to won’t go away...
From time to time, please pray... even if it’s meaningless...

Please come back and smile more....
Please come back and smile more...
Please come back and smile more...
Erase yourself...