O' gallant man of royal code,
Teach me your ways of war.
Merely to hold pride of self,
We are one of blood not law.
So throw the noose about me
For the call of death to come.
My only chance to disappear
To then return as your son...
SLOGAN
There it stands upon the hill
A quaint little house, a dome
A family hums within the walls
Its Saiya-jin's for sure to roam.
With ebony hair and magnitude
One wild wife throws him fear
Cowering tones and open palms
He simply replies "Yes Dear..."
FORLORN
With the cry of an underdog.
Your bloody hand swings.
Contempt for country and all we own.
There through the mirror.
Your eyes still perch.
But I just haven't the strength anymore.
For undeniably.
I simply keep falling.
In love with you...
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MIRROR
Finger tips fail in their warmth
Lately…
Where beneath the black umbrellas
I darken.
For a moment to grasp your wing
And to show them how I wander.
Yellow-bricks and bread crumbs.
Reapers jest
Demons strut
Do not hate me Lord
I cannot bare this any longer.
Hope you understood them / Thanks.