Texty: Dir En Grey. Withering to Death. Beautiful Dirt.

He looks down on me
So, I will love him until I die
His face is his number one pride
Stupid motherfucker, die

He deceives me, no, actually
He's being deceived by me
Go to hell and get the fuck
Out of my way, you baby boy

He respects me
But he doesn't want to admit it
Don't be spell bounded by your weakness
Why don't you just go and kiss up to that ho

I'm gonna hit you up with this here tower
I'm gonna hit you up with that there tower

Here is the very best ballad for you
You drown in hypocritical sin
The very best ballad for you
The one I love and adore number 4

I'm gonna hit you up with this here tower
I'm gonna hit you up with that there tower
Blow

You, just living is a pollution
You, just living is a sin, you are living
So please die, you know me
I just shut my eyes to my own
Shortcomings, he, he