A Tree - Among Trees

If your blood will flows again from your eyes, not for pain,
But for shame, I will forgive all your sins.
If I will stop dying under a midsummer moonlight,
We will never comprehend our darkest torment.
Can I think can I do?
This is the best I can do.
I'll forever be the same... it's not my blame.

I fight my own reality (to enslave 'em all) just from my mind
I fuck up my written destiny (to crush’em all) those are your lies