終末の過ごし方/LUMi

Decline of civilization Moving pastor Burned brain creates One grain of memory Sleeping in a cradle sleeps Irish Hymns Happiness is always It was commonplace. What will the terminal do? Standing in a scrapped capital Memory of foam I burn a burnt throat A grain of rain Poisoning in the lungs Kiss the drift condensation Poison spreading in the lungs Condensation drifts drifting Where shall the terminal go? I hope your favorite place. Changing the closed darkness into a dream Hugging in the muddy Sounds that collapse into a lullaby Proceed forward to the cliff Let's see the nightmare you like at the end Let's go to your favorite waste cities at the end If there is no future for you, I will stay with you until the end Let's talk with you if there is no shape The end