Gazette - Leech

Nobody believes you.Nobody believes you.Nobody believes you.

The marble wall is highly covered in dirt
A pain like I have been beaten up won't release me
Imperfection peeked through in large quantity
Expression swallowed in perfection
I who sings black again. I who dyes black again.
Insult that smashed my head many times

Let's send a gallows in the last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake
Take responsibility.
Your whereabouts which I can't see yet, something I can't know is that what
you show off is only the surface
What sold off is forgery of thought
Without any uneasiness you approach again