Limped Mind

When bleeding is the only one way of making day to be the last
When sleeping is the falling one man to the end and to the dust.
There is no one care what’s your feelings.
There is someone stare on what you’re making.

Beast is on the move
He is taking, taking you
Beast is on the move
Run and hide you fool
Beast is on the move
You really need me prove?
Beast is on the move
Ah,…Whatever…

Looking for the reason
Found deadly soul
Creeping into the next man favour.
And looking into used to be wise pretty eyes makes me cry
And passing by the luckily died my child.