"Fine art, cancer child! If we're honest and if we're pure. If the death is our cure. Then It's fine art, cancer child. Then It's fine art.
If we're scared or afraid to live our lives before its too late? Then It's fine art, golden child. We are fine art.
Because we caught the revelation and we lived it through the imagination. But I don't know where we will go! Are we bound by some restrictions chosen by the population? I don't know where we will go, but it's the fine art.
When we're sleeping, we're yet alive. It takes some minutes to arrive. But is it fine art, cancer child? Is it fine art?
If we pass, we may give in, but give up life to force a sin. Is it fine art, wonder child? They say It's fine art.
We forced our situation to kill our imagination. But I dont know where we will go! Will we love our destination with our lives as the inspiration. When we dont know where we will go? It's the fine art.
Hard times. I believe you. I believe you. It's art.
Such Hard time. I believe you. I believe you. It's art.
Hard times, but I believe you. I believe you it's hard"