Bitter pleasure

Bitter shadow touching me

Sweep a wave and lay down

Bitter shadow in my mouth

Empty and deep, suspicious

Why, saying why

Saving traces, satiate with essences

Free and convicts without the keys of pleasure

Tear out of the stations where the trains stops

When the wind carry them where bars split mans

Bitter shadow, in the infinity

Taken from essential soil

Why, saying why

Saving traces, satiate with essences