The mother of us allThe mother of us all,rather moody,warm and cold,has invited us to a ball,rather fickle,good and bad,the one we named life.The mother of us all,rather occult,shy and going,has given us a leader,rather mysterious,cruel and proud,the one we must obey.The mother of us all,rather confusing,gentle and rough,has granted us a gift,rather amazing,useful and tiring,the one that is to hide.The mother of us all,rather interesting,weird and obvious,has given us a chance,rather demanding,great and small,the one we named life.
Look at mePlease,hear my beg,my simple plea.Look at me.Please,look at me,the way you didbefore.Please,look at me,with eyes full ofhatred.Please,look at me,that way, so I can'tfall.Please,look at me,so that I can't fallin lovewith you any deeper.
SanityI laugh like it hurt,I cry like it was fun.Oh, what a pain!Oh, what a fun!In my twisted mind they both become the same.I abandon my sanity because it makes me hurt,I spill blood like crazy because it is fun.Really, such an agony!Truly, such a pleasure!Is between those two things really a difference?I love to make people hurt,I get hated because I think it's fun.My, what a torment!My, what a delight!I'm feeling so amazing, yet so damn bad.How entertaining...He tells me to snap out of it,he's disappointed in me for losing my sanity.Hey, you're crazy!Hey, snap out of it!"I know you're stronger than that!"Shut up, will ya?Keep quiet already.I could do it,it's no lie to say I can.Don't you try to tell me I'm weak for this.I feel amazing for a change!I don't want to get to my senses!Yes, I could fight back.But no, I don't want to.That sanity of yours makes me sick, this way it's a way more fun.And yet, why do I cry?
Iron heartI let the other people cry,I'm not good at cheering up but I try.I smile and say encouraging words,wishing I don't make it worse.I build my heart out of iron,and put my cheerful smile on.If the other are good, then I'm fine,I thought that feeling would be divine.It indeed is, and I am glad,by listening to make you feel even a little bit less bad.Give me your bad thoughts and depression,I've built my heart out of iron,I'm mentally strong, I can take it, I can go on.I'm smart enough to know,that ordinary heart in strength is low.So I thought, I'll turn it from muscle to iron,that way it will be more strong.But what I didn't think of was that iron will rust,it will get weak and be gone in red dust.Why are people around me so sad?Is the world really that bad?I tried to tell them that, failing to change a thing,and in mean time this depressing darkness even took me in.I realize that even I will turn sad,I realize the world is terribly bad.I wanted to believe in brig