Through this entire horrid life
I have ignored the little voice
Yelling Die!
I've always felt the urge to grow stronger than my pain, my fears and the situations that keep dragging me to a deadlock
I've always fought and it's always fought back as well
The battle seems endless, rather bigger and better and I'm running out of breath, out of hope and out of faith
Perhaps I'll listen to the little voice now
Die!
I'll die
For my enemy to lay down his arms
To restore my powers
To get reborn stronger
I'll die for the years to come
But when I rise out of the ashes
I'm not the blue flame you'll quench with water
I'm the spiraling orange sun that sets from the east and bring everyone to justice!
Now I'll die and be unheard of!
