In Search For The Scattered

Nothing's left other than skin and bones
The eyeballs are almost coming off
Nothing can be done anymore
As I'm tied down to gathering my scattered brain
Again and again I try to kill myself with this gun
In search for your love

Yesterday I transformed your figure
I can't transform myself
And you never look back toward me

You don't express even your anger any longer
I only want your helping hand

I want to drift in the warm and sweet stream
Seeking your advice after our parting
Though I know what I should do