The ideal killer escaped
He pushed the ordinary to blame
Ordinary still slowly chewing tea in his mouth
Dust and dust
The dark clouds were dense and heavy that day
Murderer jumpsuit rushed back to that
Moving room
Behind the scenes the messenger came out to toast
Drunken myself
Surrender to the one who chews tea
Continue to sleep in the pink room
Waiting for the ideal to be reborn
Once again assigned to murder

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