I'm always in the same old situation
With gray and white emotion
The aim for the grades of perfection
Leads me to the boring destruction

I'm stuck on the same old day
For forgiveness I pray
All the faults I made
Shows me no way but regret

Sing for the old days and bury them
They have early passed away, away, far away
What if I like to hold the corpses, then
Rotten with it

But I would never collapse
Preasure is the best formalin
Hail with it
"Thank you for making me a living dead"

Oh these days are white and gray
These same old repeated days
I sit typing my emptiness and regret
I have no other way