Insane angels sing on top of the rubble The rain that quietly beats down is a requiem The debris, the afterimage, burns cruelly You dream of tomorrow coming
Struck by the rain This ceaseless, cold rain is a requiem for whom? I will probably defile your beautiful skin No more empty words, it's just desire I no longer dream of tomorrow coming Deeper, and deeper, I become more corrupted Oh, these rotting days; in the end, inside of you... deeply...
The debris, the afterimage, burns cruelly You dream of tomorrow coming No more empty words, it's just despair I no longer dream of tomorrow coming Deeper, and deeper, I become more corrupted Oh, these rotting days; in the end, inside of you
Deeper, and deeper, deeper, please love me Oh, these shattered days; in the end, inside of you Deeper, and deeper, I become more corrupted Oh, these rotting days; in the end, inside of you Deeper, and deeper, deeper, please love me Oh, these shattered days; in the end, inside of you Deeply... deeply