Who needs a full stomach when you have a full head?
Our world has fallen dead,
Engulfed in a mindset that won't get you ahead.

Beauty is their 'key' to getting what they see,
Lust is the weed that grows from that seed

Its warped and greasy leaves cloud over what you perseive.
It tries to make you wander from things you believe.

Your morals will fade, its colours will dull,
Swallowed into the null...

Void,

Cast off and forgotten
Left to decay,
Left to rotten

You can't expect me to follow in that pointless line,
This life is mine

Mine alone,

Something that's my own,
How my mind and body have grown

It's shaped in how I see,
There's only one.

That is me.

They drink their wine
They eat their bread,
When all is done, one thing will be said.

Their lips red,
I said,

"Who needs a full stomach when you have a full head? Our world is falling dead"

～Senna