Bleeder - Mortal

I don't understand myself at all.

Sitting here in this cold basement, listening to dark music under a clouded winter sky, haunted daily by shades of my past failures, I somehow can't stop believing.

Believing what?

I'm not sure, really. But that's not the point. The point is, from a logical standpoint, I shouldn't be believing. Einstein would say I'm certifiably insane, and I'd agree with him.

Demo, utsukushii arimasu.

Maybe that's what I can't release.