In my dark room, I sing a lullaby - I'll say good night now
Gulping down some sleeping powder, I'm off to dreams
In the sweltering night, I look for the phone that never rings with my nails cut to the quick
And it collapses into a sensory illusion that's of no use to anyone
From the small window of this room,
All I ever do is gaze at saints marching
The sun of life never illuminates this room of mine
Losing the proof of my existence, I keep on falling
Swallowing back the paranoia that's accelerating
My marble eyeballs refract this world and reflect it distortedly
My heart raided by a sorrowful, pathological loneliness
A world with nothing, an empty world sinking into depression
Clinging to the pure white walls, shadows laughed
In the obscure loneliness
Someone, call my name
This existence of mine
This existence of mine
A world with nothing, an empty world sinking into depression
Clinging to the pitch black room, he screams
The proof of existence Someone, [call] my name
The proof of existence [Show me] the meaning of life
