Flesh and Blood

We can turn to restart

Take me to the royal court

Even if i doubt

my living condition

The power of the fresh souls

is clean

adoring the procastination

of the devil himself

Red is being as royal as my lips

Keep smothering me with your social-lovely symbols

and you will have your head off

We adore the blood

and we are closely to the edge of death

Stop the hesitation

Release the memory

The dark will cut you off

from the inside-outside