Boring morning. Staring at the window, I see people walking by, so far away from me Me It makes me feel so bad when I see you glad It makes me feel so evil, ask me no reasons All I've got left is wretched, dying or dead How can lips bear to smile when tasting this poison? Tell me Teach me Can't you? Then I'll show you I'll show you what is like to be buried alive And how uneasy can be decomposition Beware of my eye stalking, sucking you dry One gaze of mine may bring out death as reflection My eye becomes a cold gun Hush! Time to die I've laid my eye on you But it feels like Death-row instead of gardens Raping instead of candy Hatred instead of kissing God take away this envy Guilty!