Arigto

But this city is distorted, this city is still an enemy (ovation)

She tried to play a symphony with her distorted shadows

Her face coalesced in the masquerade

Indifferent, failure in three movements

From blight to burke

She saw god watching through her window

Prancing on the Edge of the Abyss

Fragile Resistance of Falling Silent

Calculated Feelings

IOVE, she won by giving up