Private Hell

Give away another memory

Move another tomb

Painted words hooked on the walls

Echoing untrue

（I feel cold）

You rarely find them to begin

aboundPromises

Maybe I'm afraid

To let you all the way in

（I guess so）

I excuse myself

I'm used to my little cell

I amuse myself

In my very own private hell

I excuse myself

I'm used to my little cell

I amuse myself

In my very own private hell

Lately I'm beside myself

Pretending unconcerned

Standing at a corner

Where I threw you on a turn

（I'll move on）

Flowers on a cross remain

Mark an ending scene

Damn it, all this blood you spilled

Turned the grass more green

（Life is short）

I excuse myself

I'm used to my little cell

I amuse myself

In my very own private hell

I excuse myself

I'm used to my little cell

I amuse myself

In my very own private hell

I amuse myself

In my very own private hell