Gaze into nothing
The world is soaked in black
To bleed, to fade into another

I open myself
And all the world, all the world
Is painted in red

I open myself, and now
The world is painted in red
Tales of insanity

Walking alone, not onwards
Operators always moving within
Their voices, they whisper
All thus, go to self

The tales of insanity
Everything so alive
So beautiful
Another souvenir
All is painted, painted in black
Why only I, must suffer?