The raven seeks his place to die without light
Wish I flowers were out after rats eat up
The face smudged with soot
The thing I can touch is the body of scapegoat

My hands are already bloodstained
So give me rise to the darkness now

Convicts found his place to pay with his life
He wished his neck were cut hundreds of times
But don't cry the word you read in his note
My cursed God, Hallelujah!

I am not I

Defamiliarization
Say it out!
The truth is a lie
The lie is a true lie
Defamiliarization

Countdown to six

Saving grace or hiding faults
Face the temper