Don't stretch your arms
like the branches...

I am
like a buried faithful seed...

Looking for a poetical moments I searched...
but I have found nothing...

Why
when we grow fangs...

I see in my dream the messiah's coming!
I see the messiah's coming...

I shall remain a mystery,
like everything else...

To the 'Like-Minded' Mobs
What you are...

Butterflies, butterflies
here and there...

How life and death are
clinging on to each other...

The bitter taste of pain
glossing us...

She always dances
amid her skirt...

To be her Lover
you must rediscover...