It was too warped in chains I was able to think, reality existsnWithout even knowing the way I only lingered in my nightmare lonely timesnnBound by coils in the beautiful nightmare a sin was committed a nightmarenin a slight fevernnThey were illuminated in the moonlight surfacing from the rising ocean thengoddessesnWhy did the pupils of my eyes become a sad color? The myself of a distantnday I embracednnThe feather of an obscene angel . even flying is not permittednIn this dream that I'm tired of dreaming . is there no tomorrow?nnla la la...n