Lyrics

A train of thought concern anger.
Crisscross come to the fore deeply .
And bore to shout myself hoarse throat.
Broke pain yet do it by myself a lone.
No love pity, I feel profound deep sad.
Danger come close at hand.
I need it then I can feel safe force,
I need hit back help.
I'll be brute guy.
What's my goal of my life, now I just feel rancor.
Will to be vile.
What's my goal of my life, now I just feel rancor.
Sad shall to be vile.
I wanna know I wanna see it my goal my love,
I wanna feel it wanna be free just feel rancor,
Wanna know wanna see it my goal my love.
Please help me please give me I feel rancor.
Wanna see wanna know it my live ending.
Please help me please give me don't wanna be vile.