Faceless

  er lip moving In early morning. 
  Whispering of her loving. 
  flower has blooming. They're dyeing 
  hundred colored roses at my heart. 
  Well it's a lie. It's a lie... It's alright. but It's never alright. 
  
  She is apple. Sinful apples. 
  I wanted to shatter apple's fruit. 
  meat into my hand. blood-red her heart. 
  And I may enjoy the smell of scarlet. 
  Well it's a lie. It's a lie ... It's alright. but It's never alright.