Now I can not sleep
Now I can not sleep at night
For pain is worse
For pain is worse in the dark
So dark like black ink
Oh please
Don't be so sentimental please
For those must be
For those must be stoned to death
Porcelain
Sweet and fragile such beauty
It will cut you bleed
If you look ahead
When it breaks
It's no use for chant
We might as well just bent
Inside the frame
The frame of coo-coo land
Let me sing my weep
Let me sing my weep in my dream
Nor chevaliers
Nor nobles exist
They now live with black ink
Oh please
Don't be so sentimental please
For those must be
For those must be stoned to death
Porcelain
Sweet and fragile such beauty
It will cut you bleed
If you look ahead
When it breaks