[Verse 1]
Deep in my heart trails of a buddhist, expression of the rudest
My instinct predict my death will come soon
6 titles, one work, and I'll reach for the moon
To live i have no lust, melt this body into stardust
Humans are delusional, even myself i can't trust
I'll die for the art and for what i believe in
Real is what's within, outside it's a dream
Ask Jung, he defends what i mean
Existence is pointless, people are fake
No attentions to give, all they know is TAKE