Lyric

This is my rock style

My life of everyday seems to be a gamble and may be without the form

I may seem that my life is the tall tale...may be abused

After I have dipped the rotten orange into the filthy water

I pretend not to know... I pretend not to know and crawl up

‘‘My heartbeat is Eight beat.‘‘

I hate changing myself to satisfy some and conform to the others

Because I seem to be cut the quality of myself

I’ll already put the meaningless toy away

The guy said, ‘‘You had better not say THE GOOD WORD many times.‘‘

But I have only this...I have already left others

When I was going to spend ordinary days, I have been gone

I blindfold myself...and both GOLD and IRON are the same

What is tonight’s BET?

‘‘Past Glory?‘‘ or ‘‘Last place?‘‘

This is my rock style