The GazettE - DIM SCENE (wersja ang.)

For an over ridiculed reason that demand and value was amiss
The severance sleeping next to me was foolish so the meaning of that crumbling sight, the rotting meaning
To the origin of the gathering crow The numbers escaping for zero are chasing me
The ideal shape turning in an irregular way is fiercely melting like it is being sewed together

What is really floating in a pupil is a shell Is that the fault of my paralysed heart?

The light that is interrupting the sky is falling onto the earth The dream of a baby is sootheíng the grieving voices
An inflamed lie that was paint out too often A moth that is falling with the wings of a butterfly
Love that is drowning behind grief Onlookers that are reaching their hands out for the corpse
An old lady laughing about tomorrow that's groveling
Somehow that's the way I want it to be

Aimless pain is covering my surroundings completely
I'm closing my eyes, but enlightening the poem can't heal my wounds

Demise started to bloom all over the wall Everytime somebody asked for oblivion
My poem that got burned over a loss is drowning at the bottom of gloomy nothingness

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