In Sanity

Jing

The King Of Bandits
Rejected as the rain that falls
Which stains our lonely hardened walls
You try and try to save your soul
But yet you cannot see

Accepted as the pain that calls
Which mames our only hardened Dolls
You cry and cry your reasons toll
But yet you disagree

Perfected as the stain that bawls
Which tames our lonely pardoned crawls
You die and die within this hole
But yet you're hurting me