(autophagous version) this could be easily an ordinary life standing on your side no friend to call you mine are we tied up to the tracks of the train is there an obligation to realize how to terminate the pain just like a fish lost in the ocean just like a bird lost in the sky oh, no, I would rather take it easy Stinge on the floor oh, no, I would rather take it hard watch it through my door (or devour) oh, no, I would rather take it harder than anything else in hell but the moon’s on my way… this could be easily an ordinary life standing on my side no friend to call me mine is it a fiction wherein eyes could drain? is it an obligation to realize how to devour the pain? just like a bird lost in the ocean just devour a fish lost in the sky oh, devour, I would rather devour it easy devour on the floor devour, no, I devour rather take devour hard devour as it goes away devour, no, devour would devour devour it harder devour devour devour devour devour devour devour devour devour devour devour