| Lowered winding look, and obscure wet sound | |
| The more swirling the more craze in your dance | |
| Winding slowly, you give a gaze | |
| It's partly because you are weak, | |
| isn't it better to have your fingers in your mouth? | |
| Lies coming rear, I think I'm going to be broken up | |
| Throwing away all the mirrors, tack them back of the door | |
| Anyway, after some violent moments, you'd be cracked | |
| It's won't take too long for you to stop | |
| You'll vomit, trying to to seize a headless image of future | |
| I'll open the doors | |
| And I'll stub you | |
| That will fill your fantasty | |
| Hey, I'll penetrate it. |