you're looking for the fifth corner in my box
this box is a prison for frozen clocks
your heart was painted black but you a fox
shell like a gold, but in box so cold
I am I am I am not young enough
to know everything
I am I AM I am not old enough
to hold this scream
if in the future
black widow 'll die
YOU start to suture
My parts of heart
and you cant say Good bye
I am I am I am not rich enough
to buy everything
but I am I am I am not poor enough
to sell their own wings
if in the future
black widow 'll die
YOU start to suture
My parts of heart
and you cant say Good bye
don't cry, Follow my eyes
and sky
will drop by
I'm still not a corpse
Please stop by my roar
open their doors