As the music opens, it shows Bakura walking down the rainy streets in the
docks of Domino city. It's raining and his white sweater is sticking to his
back and chest and arms, his hair plastered to his head and face. On his
chest rests the Millennium Ring, glowing slightly. As he falls back against
some crates, Ryou suddenly emerges and raises his fist, punching him clear
across the jaw, knocking him to the wet muddy ground
Crawling in my skin Bakura cries out as Ryou kicks him across the wooden
dock, a wicked smirk on his lips
These wounds they will not heal He rips the smaller figure up to his knees by the hair and knees him in the gut
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real Ryou turning his back to Bakura, who's on all fours against the pavement, panting and bleeding, his chest and shoulders heaving as he struggles for breath. Ryou laughs evily before he fades, the Millennium Ring glowing in a puddle, which was ripped from Bakura's neck during the beating
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface Bakura standing alone in a black void, staring ahead before snake like ribbons of green white lighting errupts around him, dancing across his body
Consuming/confusing It grows thicker as he screams, Ryou laughing in the backround
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending Bakura doubles over, screaming and sobbing, his body racking with pain. He pulls on his white hair, throwing his head up and arching his back
Controlling...I can't seem Bakura standing before a dumpster in the back of a secluded ally by the docks, holding the Ring in his right hand. He takes a leap and throws the Ring into the midnight ocean, the air reeking of old fish and trash.
To find myself again He turns and runs, desperately trying to escape. He runs into an old warehouse after seeing Ryou's reflection follow him on the moonlit walls.
My walls are closing in He hides behind a set of old metal stairs, looking over the old boxes, trying not to breath so hard. Ryou's shadow looms closer and closer
Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure! He turns his head to see Ryou's face, smirking coldly at him before receiving a kick in the gut and a punch in the face, slamming his head against the back of the stairs
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal Later, in an old public street park bathroom, Bakura looks himself in the mirror, his lip bleeding and bruises covering his face. His snow white hair is stained with blood and there's a deep gash in his arms
Fear is how I fall He drops to his knees and hands, breathing, tears dropping onto his hand
Confusing what is real A side veiw of his face, breathing hard, the old rain and blood dropping from his hair while he's on all fours, staring at the bathroom door
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me Bakura figits while he sits next to Tea, ashamed of his secret, looking away when she asked about his bruised and wounded face
Distracting...reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection On Duelist Kingdom after the Shadow Duel against Yami, Bakura stares at himself in the stream water in the forests.
It's haunting how I can't seem... He shudders as his reflection melts into the cold smirking face of Ryou and jumps away from the stream, hitting a pair of long dark green jeaned legs
To find myself again Bakura scrambles away and takes off deep into the woods, his face pale and heart beating wildly
My walls are closing in Ryou's laughing haunts over him as he takes cover in a small groove in a pile of boulders
Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced That there's just too much pressure to take he shivers as Ryou looms overhead and outside, laughing
I've felt this way before
So insecure Bakura sees his darker side and tries to sneak out the back of the rocks, but Ryou reaches inside the rock and yanks Bakura up by his hair, slapping him harshly across the face
Crawling in my skin Ryou starts to yell and slams Bakura into the ground, digging his heel into the back of his neck, pressing his face into the dirt, against the broken glass of a bottle
These wounds they will not heal Tristian tries to treat Bakura's wounds, but he turns away and runs away, vanishing into the woods
Fear is how I fall Bakura trips on a stone and falls hard on his chin in the crude path
Confusing what is real He pushes himself on his hands and knees, the Millennium Ring glowing in front of him on the ground
Crawling in my skin Bakura sits on a park bench late one rainy night after Ryou's abuse, his hands laying limp on his thighs, his body trembling
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall His brown eyes close...
Confusing...confusing what is real He suddenly jumps up, grabbing at his snow white hair, stained with blood and dirt, screaming, his back arching
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface A series of fast takes of Bakura and Ryou, this 20 body and facial shots, flickering from Bakura's crying or bruised face to Ryou's cold cruel smile
Consuming, confusing what is real
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/confusing what is real This last series of shots portrait Bakura, standing quietly in a black role, from all angles. His face is placid and blank of emotions The screen fades with Bakura, his clothers battered and torn, blood and cuts all over his body. His hair is stained with blood and his face and arms and chest is covered in bruises. He raises a knife in both hands above his head before plunging it deep in his chest. The Music Video ends with Bakura's blood splashing onto the discarded Millennium Ring, a transparent image of Ryou laughing horridly appearing in front of it....
These wounds they will not heal He rips the smaller figure up to his knees by the hair and knees him in the gut
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real Ryou turning his back to Bakura, who's on all fours against the pavement, panting and bleeding, his chest and shoulders heaving as he struggles for breath. Ryou laughs evily before he fades, the Millennium Ring glowing in a puddle, which was ripped from Bakura's neck during the beating
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface Bakura standing alone in a black void, staring ahead before snake like ribbons of green white lighting errupts around him, dancing across his body
Consuming/confusing It grows thicker as he screams, Ryou laughing in the backround
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending Bakura doubles over, screaming and sobbing, his body racking with pain. He pulls on his white hair, throwing his head up and arching his back
Controlling...I can't seem Bakura standing before a dumpster in the back of a secluded ally by the docks, holding the Ring in his right hand. He takes a leap and throws the Ring into the midnight ocean, the air reeking of old fish and trash.
To find myself again He turns and runs, desperately trying to escape. He runs into an old warehouse after seeing Ryou's reflection follow him on the moonlit walls.
My walls are closing in He hides behind a set of old metal stairs, looking over the old boxes, trying not to breath so hard. Ryou's shadow looms closer and closer
Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure! He turns his head to see Ryou's face, smirking coldly at him before receiving a kick in the gut and a punch in the face, slamming his head against the back of the stairs
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal Later, in an old public street park bathroom, Bakura looks himself in the mirror, his lip bleeding and bruises covering his face. His snow white hair is stained with blood and there's a deep gash in his arms
Fear is how I fall He drops to his knees and hands, breathing, tears dropping onto his hand
Confusing what is real A side veiw of his face, breathing hard, the old rain and blood dropping from his hair while he's on all fours, staring at the bathroom door
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me Bakura figits while he sits next to Tea, ashamed of his secret, looking away when she asked about his bruised and wounded face
Distracting...reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection On Duelist Kingdom after the Shadow Duel against Yami, Bakura stares at himself in the stream water in the forests.
It's haunting how I can't seem... He shudders as his reflection melts into the cold smirking face of Ryou and jumps away from the stream, hitting a pair of long dark green jeaned legs
To find myself again Bakura scrambles away and takes off deep into the woods, his face pale and heart beating wildly
My walls are closing in Ryou's laughing haunts over him as he takes cover in a small groove in a pile of boulders
Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced That there's just too much pressure to take he shivers as Ryou looms overhead and outside, laughing
I've felt this way before
So insecure Bakura sees his darker side and tries to sneak out the back of the rocks, but Ryou reaches inside the rock and yanks Bakura up by his hair, slapping him harshly across the face
Crawling in my skin Ryou starts to yell and slams Bakura into the ground, digging his heel into the back of his neck, pressing his face into the dirt, against the broken glass of a bottle
These wounds they will not heal Tristian tries to treat Bakura's wounds, but he turns away and runs away, vanishing into the woods
Fear is how I fall Bakura trips on a stone and falls hard on his chin in the crude path
Confusing what is real He pushes himself on his hands and knees, the Millennium Ring glowing in front of him on the ground
Crawling in my skin Bakura sits on a park bench late one rainy night after Ryou's abuse, his hands laying limp on his thighs, his body trembling
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall His brown eyes close...
Confusing...confusing what is real He suddenly jumps up, grabbing at his snow white hair, stained with blood and dirt, screaming, his back arching
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface A series of fast takes of Bakura and Ryou, this 20 body and facial shots, flickering from Bakura's crying or bruised face to Ryou's cold cruel smile
Consuming, confusing what is real
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/confusing what is real This last series of shots portrait Bakura, standing quietly in a black role, from all angles. His face is placid and blank of emotions The screen fades with Bakura, his clothers battered and torn, blood and cuts all over his body. His hair is stained with blood and his face and arms and chest is covered in bruises. He raises a knife in both hands above his head before plunging it deep in his chest. The Music Video ends with Bakura's blood splashing onto the discarded Millennium Ring, a transparent image of Ryou laughing horridly appearing in front of it....