Fear Garden

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, I pull back the arm that's growing from my wrist and stick it into the palm of my hand. I intertwine my index finger and middle finger. What a beautiful, beautiful flower. Ah, there are so many beautiful hands in the garden, and not one is the same, right? Ah, ah ... It's the electricity, it's the electricity, it's the electricity, don't run away, it's a mystery that you can't tell anyone about, it's a mystery that can't be opened, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh They're so beautiful, try picking your fingers and five, or sometimes your four eyes, it's a lie, it's all a lie, it's all a lie, it's all a lie, it's all a lie, it's all a lie, it's all a lie, probably... hehehe