I've been walking on. These streets so long. I don't know. Where they're. Calling me anymore. But I think. I must have seen a ghost. I don't know. If it's my illusions. That keep me alive. I don't know what I see. Was it all an illusion?. Or a mirage gone bad?. I'm tired of evil. And all the things. That I don't know. And I've been drifting. On this wave so long. I don't know. If it's already. Crashed on the shore. And I've been riding. On this train so long. I can't tell. If it's you or me. Who is driving us. Into the ground. I don't know. If I'm sane. But there's a ghost. In my heart. That's trying. To see in the dark. I'm tired of people. Who only want. To be pleased. But I still want. To please you. And I heard. Of that Japanese girl. Who jumped. Into The Volcano. Was she trying. To make it back. Back into the womb. Of the world?. I've been drinking. All these tears so long. All I've got left. Is the taste of salt. In my mouth. I don't know. Where I've been. But I know. Where I'm going. To that volcano. I don't want. To fall in though. So I want my bones. On the firing line