Imprisoned

Sounds fulfilled your body softly
Next was the song you liked
Many hands you'd like to shake
Like the end of your fight would come soon

Grounds fulfilled your holy poly
Text was alone you liked
Money made you a pity workaholic
Like the repentance of your life would still remain

Sounds fulfilled your body softly
Next was the song you liked
Many hands you'd like to shake
Like the end of your fight would come soon

Sounds were made by your birthday gift
Next day was your birthday
The empty bed without your warmth
Like the descend of you would feel good

Money and whispers
honey and prides
Appetite for glories
Silence for the mutual mind

I've imprisoned my memories
Memories of your sermon to me
Far away....
Don't leave our pains alone

Money and whispers
honey and prides
Appetite for glories
Silence for the mutual mind

I've imprisoned my memories
Memories of your sermon to me
Far away....
Don't leave our pains alone