In the depths of doom, I can not see anything but just the darkness, enveloping in my skin~ All the things they do, all the things they want me to do~ It doesn't matter. Let them die and then split them all inside this empty vessel~

You don't understand, this is our happyhouse Only good things shall happen there~ If you don't understand, bleed and die here People like me are those who belong to the rain, rain of blood One that makes me drown without a single drop, just imaginary suffocation