Dear psycho won't you be nervous anymore
Dear psycho do you wake in the dead night all alone
Dear psycho are you compared to ulcer would not heal
Would you forgive them in a melancholy cynical way
You face to an unlimited sphere
You're howling to the moon
They won't let anything away
You are wholly spreaded
When the dusten air still alive
Cohesion stired among your audiences
Would buy you any cynical comments
Would change it from false to ture
It is spectroscopic gaiety
Swirlling in melancholy air
Illuminated a bizarre and tumultuous scene
The racy adventurous feel of it
Wonderful isn't it in your head
A million to one an awful sell maybe
Even you succeeded It would disappear
And you will never come back
