The neck has twisted, so as the so called fate,
all the divinities, these people admire, I wonder whom to call grace.

“Were we born to die? or we die to born again,”
I believe in no reincarnation, no rebirth, but I believe in change,
I believe, I will be here again, but not in the same way.

Like that freight train, that has no stop,
like those inner demons that...