Ooh....
you don't know ,do you?
Perhaps,
you won't ever know, will you?
How carrying an innocent pain is like.
Doing so for a consecutive lifetime feels.
This! Th-this burning yearning I'm bearing,
spitting hot tears in my palm,
never gets use to my carressive affirmation.

Ooh...
you don't know, do you?
I'm telling you;
my anguish is such a heavy load!
It's a heavy feeling weighing in my chest.
You have to wake from your infinite centimeter long rest.
Please come back... you're my peace and piece.
P-please my missing piece and peace.
Shall a time come where you deliver my troubles?

Ooh...
you don't know, do you?
My cries ring in a high tone.
I call you through a crying language.
I call but my cries are unanswered.
Are your holy locked ears asleep?
Are your holey blocked ears
dead?
Ahh! You can't hear do you?
Perhaps, you won't ever know, will you?