Weak Executioner

It" has lost the shape of a man. Pitiful existence. So, where does it wander without purpose. Naked, primal instincts keeps eating others' lives, While trampling fragments of the pride it once had. Lonely... lonely... I've been lookin' for your lonely soul Holy... holy... I wanna see you in a holy death The circulation of your cruel fate, This is the time I will come to a sever it The Chaser, The Runaway They are forming compositions of a feeling No one is able to express it in a single phrase "You... going away." The more it approaches, touching one another The more something breaks with silent crying God, I ask you, Which is man? Which is phantom? There's no justice. There's no glory in such a fight. God, tell me now, Who is mad? Who is conscious now? Everything falls in the blue dark. She's caught in an ominous past weakest existence The flame of impatience burns in her mind Firmly stepping through the wilderness she's becoming exhausted. She strains her voice calling out the target ahead. Lonely... lonely... I've been lookin' for your lonely soul Holy... holy... I wanna see you in a holy life When the invisible prayer calls, The miracle, the end will come at last. The Chaser, The Runaway They are forming compositions of a feeling Fist... Only the fist will solve it in the loop of calamity "You... going away." The more it approaches, touching one another The more something breaks with silent crying Crying...