Lin Ne Kro Ne

Am I going round? am I only falling down?

To the end, to the bottom of reincarnation

The beginning was someone’s tiny little love song

A bored tyrant asked in the raining of the fire bomb

“am I going round or am I only falling down?”

The god of repetition never said a word, just a frown

The god of repetition never repeats happiness

Am I going round? am I only falling down?

To the end, to the bottom of reincarnation

If there ever was, ever is uncertainty

Can I be, will I be the “last” victim of this crooked crown?

Am I going round? am I only falling down?

To the end, to the bottom of reincar―

Again, it was someone’s tiny little love song

He lay his sword next to the body of his loved one

“am I going round or am I only falling down?”

The god of repetition ― was she smiling?

Am I going round? am I only falling down?

To the end, to the bottom of reincarnation

If there ever is, ever was some dignity

Can you kiss the toes of imagination?

I don’t want to be forgiven

Cause I noticed that you’re also imprisoned too

I’ll steal you from this crown

The coronation of the god of repetition

Am I going round? am I only falling down?

To the end, to the bottom of reincarnation

If there ever was, ever is uncertainty

Can I be, will I be the “last” victim of this crooked crown?