Lyric

A lonely boy who lost home had a dream

The house he used to live in had a secret room

The stairway leading to that room

Appeared only when he perceived existence

He found a stone lying on the floor

It was shining silver

Like a broken radio clock forever searching for the perfect time

The stone he picked up was part of a shrine

On the road, the boy met an angel of death

The anti-Christian Death led him into the flames

He took off rainbow-colored towel

He fell down on his knees and begged for his wish

He went into a burning flame, it looked like the guitar God

Like the most rotten thing in the world is the most vicious thing

His wish was to gain that shining again

There was a silver stone, the only memento he had left behind