Under the throne made of bones, there is a curse of blood. People in this position will never have peace in their lives and will be surrounded by loneliness throughout their lives. That ominous throne is the beginning of death. Desperate people cannot escape the power of temptation. Trampled love - because of the desire for supreme power.
Do you remember the things we used to say? (Do you remember? Those things we used to say)
I feel so nervous when I think of yesterday(I feel so nervous when I think of yesterday)
How could I let things get to me so bad?(Why those things make me so sad)
How did I let things get to me?(Why are they in my mind)
Like dying in the sun (Like dying in the sun)
Like dying in the sun (slowly passing away in the sun)
Like dying in the sun
Like dying... (Passing...)
Like dying in the sun (Like dying in the sun)
Like dying in the sun (slowly passing away in the sun)
Like dying in the sun
Like dying... (Passing...)
Will you hold on to me (Will you hold on to me?)
I am feeling frail (I feel so fragile)
Will you hold on to me (Hold me tight, okay?)
We will never fail (We will never leave)
I wanted to be so perfect you see (I once wanted to be as perfect as you see)
I wanted to be so perfect (want to be so perfect)
Like dying in the sun (Like dying in the sun)
Like dying in the sun (slowly passing away in the sun)
Like dying in the sun
Like dying... (Passing...)
Like dying in the sun (Like dying in the sun)
Like dying in the sun (slowly passing away in the sun)
Like dying in the sun
Like dying... (Passing...)
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