Yūrei
White God
When my two heads turn against each other
I may just welcome the prospect
When my two heads turn against each other
What a glorious sound they'll make
When my two heads turn against each other
I may just welcome the prospect
When my two heads turn against each other
What a glorious sound they'll make

The sun in all my eyes
And dirt between my teeth
The bitter taste of ash
Oh, how the light bends so softly