The table that I had kept unclean
Weed fell from it in my bossom
Afraid of this illegal , I climbed one step
Though getting my nerves love it
Prescriptions of abandoning
Lay in manuscripts
I for see the future of the lover
But what if the tilted cup of wine fell
I will loose the circumference.
The Gothic turned sublime
The murderer received by fan following
Whatever is happened is all the will
Maybe drinking is not allowed.
Through the broken glasses I see
The old man carrying the stick
Unable to walk he is tired
I am tired too , Oh Lord.
He then crawls and lay back
Till innocence leads it to stairs.
Humans , HaHa oh beer
I Dont want to lay claim
This is just the beginning
Waterfalls will come to an end
And I’ll lay roses on the grave
Let the deceased know the time
I am already at the equator
Where art thou my Master?
What if the tilted cup of wine fell
I’ll be the maiden in the cell.