and make some noise,

with my cheap pride

clothed in vanity,

Within the sad little mirror,

covered in shame,

that I keep hidden in my wardrobe;

only the convenient scars are displayed,

showing me the way to countless victories with effortless strength.

No matter much I polish it, it wears me down,

my thoughts trained to unsteady ideas.

Love-same-CRIER!

Comfort-save-LIAR!

Oath-holy-Rising HELL,

Beloved Game-World Day. Don’t-life

-War!

Lie-soldier-War-World!

Eyes-Hate-War!

A-Z Loser-Disease-What is that?

Even if I look down

upon the shield

I'm given,

it leaves me looking at nothing but the ground;

In the time I failed to notice,

the inside

of that mirror was losing to the past, breaking.

How long do I have to scream to convey my position;

my breath gives out before I can finish,

Left to fight reflexively against

a brazen horde of sins.

Love-same-CRIER!

Caress-save-LIAR!

Aid-holy-Rising HELL,

I’ll-ness, Reset-End Negative, Burst! Don’t-life

-War!

Lie-soldier-War-World!

Eyes-Hate-War

A-Z Imagination High-of-Do YOU see it?

A faked attitude

and cowardly Loud Voice;

The sound

of a heart misinterpreting nobility.

Even if shown the illusion

I'd planned for,

I'll never be fulfilled;

no matter how many times I open my eyes.

How long do I have to scream to convey my position;

my breath gives out before I can finish,

Left to reflexively fight

against a brazen horde of sins.

Love-same-CRIER!

Caress-save-LIAR!

Oath-holy-Rising HELL,

Beloved Game-World Day. Don’t-life

-War!

Lie-soldier-War-World!

Eyes-Hate-War!

A-Z Loser-Disease-What is that?

Life, what is it?

A signal, do you see it?

Conjecture; what you don't know, Is of your own volition.

Life, what is it?

A signal, do you see it?

Conjecture; what you don't know,

Must be seen with your own eyes.