Without a destination, the captive heart no longer moves
Not even my own emotions can be seen by those averted eyes.
Like a butterfly caught in the palm of a hand
Flying is impossible

"It's okay to live however you'd like
"I won't let you say it's painful."

Temptation whispers close to the ears

Following this road while searching for freedom
In the reality of which there's no where to belong
Staring at the map that no longer satisfies me
Until the body is torn apart and I disappear into pain
With both memories and desires sadly colored,
The left hand has a wound that can't be forgotten
I am paranoia

Drudging on with these limbs, hidden inside these eyes
I remember: was that image an illusion?

"It'd be easier to throw everything away."
"The pain will change to pleasure."

Handing over the forbidden red fruit...

Not understanding what is becoming of myself
Tied to the past, I repeat myself
Realiing it was time's fault, I say
"Give me that fruit."
Not being able to catch that desired thing,
The wounds never disappear, only increase
I've realied it now, leaving behind this unknown world
I am paranoia

A hanging neck,
Ears that can't hear,
A throat that can't shout,
Unmovable feet
Is this a dream or reality? I don't know
But you definitely stared at me

While struggling in the darkness
No matter how many times I find myself
All that remains in my right hand are the remains of a butterfly
At this rate I'll continue walking without sleep
When will I ever get there?
I can see this path with your footprints. I can no longer return
I am paranoia