The macabre of your scare keeps me awake for a bright hope
Yes! Hope, feeling the strength of the remains within me
But it keeps on hunting by me, the soul of desire!
Feeling like the rust of carnival playing the old songs of memories, waiting for my soul to wash away
Enlighten me with your knowledge of the macabre of your scare
Tell me! Is it real or reality of your pain that Crawling inside of me?
Or, is it realities of your sweet muffins that make me heal whenever I feel your pain?
Why do you make me feel that way?
Why do you make me feel the macabre of your pain?
World in my sense is full of hunger people
Hunger of lust
Hunger of love
Hunger of money
Hunger for life
In my sense I am hunger for life
Nothing beats life with life