Walking on a invisible road;
Step one two, one two.
The sky is raining eyeballs.
A owl in a tree sits by me,
watching the colors flood.
The eyes are watching the suspicious behaviour of the willow tree.
The owls are singing a lovely song about the corpse behind a beautiful scenery again, you see?

Walking on the river,
the sky is cracking glass.
The rain is becoming rainbow;
what will happen to the world we know?
Ah, step two three, two three.
The flowers are plotting a crime.
The glass is falling in a pitter-patter.
But the raven said it doesn't matter.
Ah, doesn't the sun look rather sunken
as the blood makes a small slither?

The air is visible in the night-time realm,
the flying thoughts are a variable helm.
I take a step into the starry sky,
But it doesn't mean I also know how to fly.
The ground is in the sky and the sky is in the ground.
Ta~ta, we start to spin around.
Hey mister owl, what is that distant screaming sound?

Spinning in a night-day fashion, we walk a road of nonsense.
Step four, step five and we've reached a hill's dive.
The flowers are dancing with such passion, the flowers are easily alive.
Spinning backwards, ta~tatatata.
This world is taking a quickly ensambled leave.
It only hurts when I breathe.
But of course, a child still plays in a forest they cannot leave.

Walking on a road to a directionless destination, step one two, one two.
Counting the stars as the fall to my mere atrocity and spin in a stumble dance.
The corpses that hang from the willow trees become skeletons and sing, lalalala~.
The breathe of a girl in a upside down world does not escape her mouth at all.
We spin around one more time, ta~tatatata.
Ah, let's play another game today.
I'm sick of this illness, so why don't we see what our scissors can shake?
The breathing doesn't hurt when the hospital chord breaks, when the girl in her backward verdict wakes.