DECADENCE - Counting Goats... If I Can't Be Yours

Rising from the dead
The meaning of the tears flowing
Good and evil, losing control of emotions

A small word was told
My mind is unbalanced
Impulsive desires make my identity lost
Closing my eyes and counting
How many days of love for you
Will be abandoned
Will be killed
I'll end up alone anyway

Disorderly counting goats
Sacrifice if I can't be yours

Black and white switch in the brain
Fluttering butterflies blink and disconnect
Between delusions and reality
Dependent on the present and a small room of happiness
Scared of the reality of being abandoned
Questioning the purgatory of escaping reality
I ask to kill you
If I disappear, it's fine

Decadence
Even this body and mind breaking down
Will eventually take your shape
Decadence
Dancing with instincts and dances that were stripped away
If I can't be yours
Counting goats into the darkness

Disorderly counting goats
Sacrifice if I can't be yours

Questioning the reality that continues to close
Smiling at sweet voices and comfort
Torn past mistakes
Years later, holding tears and anxiety
The reflection of the decaying body is realistic
Imagining the end and the noise
I announce, I will die for you
To remain in memory

Disorderly counting goats
Sacrifice if I can't be yours

I just want to be protected
I just want you to look at me
I'm just anxious
My mental balance is falling apart
It was a morning when it rained
Or swirling smoke
Or broken things thrown away
I love you crying

Decadence
Even this body and mind breaking down
Will eventually take your shape
Decadence
Dancing with instincts and dances that were stripped away
If I can't be yours
The sky is green today
It will never melt together
If we can mix someday
End counting goats