My blood-soaked hands and my hanged bodynSwinging, swingingnnInside this dark box with no way outnThinking, thinkingnNever realizing...nnGazing at this faintly wavering lifenI am merely looking back at the pastnnThe view before us is always warpednAlone, alonenNever realizing...nnEmbracing this faintly wavering lifenI grow weaker the further I walknnClawing at the emotionless wall (over and over)nI tried to let myself down, butnnI can't escapenI can't reach anythingnI can't find the answernAll I can see is the endnAll I can see is the endnI am not needednI am not wantednI'm only swaying... swaying...