Even if I throw myself harder to the floor
It is an empty shot that has nothing more to be discovered
I am that crumbling building
You are the worn out scream that endlessly crashed and died

* The object in the angle is filled up, then decreased
With the breath still stuck to it,
It has become edited out

Oh my driven out dream that is being put together
Oh the constricted line of vision that isn’t being healed
I am that crumbling building
You are the worn out scream that endlessly crashed and died

* Repeat