Besedila:
Anata The Conductor S Departure

would make No one could in their wildest dreams Imagine that he while he?d conduct Would cast a spell and turn them into Stone, statuesque, proud but sad The conductor?s

Standing in a pool of blood Amnesia My beloved ones in oiles Injustice : i?m alive Blood on my hands Now I remember their faces Horrified, in a moment

Manacled into submission You?ve let go of control The rules are mine in this game of ours Face down, down look at me ! All you feel is my smell And the

Rain falls on sunny memories In this trampled heart of mine I feel sick and my knuckles bleed I was sold by the goddess Whom i?d worship and adore But

he would make No one could in their wildest dreams Imagine that he while he?d conduct Would cast a spell and turn them into Stone, statuesque, proud but sad The conductor?s

Tempted to believe ? Even I, in my solitude Cried for help and wished for That someone would be there for me Better grieved than fooled And i?m prepared