Hey show me, from the depths of your worn out heart
The one colour that stabbed you that time
Inside the twisted distortion deep in your pale skin
The flower of forsaken memories
Hiding its many beauties
Bloom more flower, if its the sky thats going in full bloom make it crimson red
The breaking the hurting the scarring Tatoo
Fully, flowers bloom more, at the edge of your burning fingertips
Open up the real me ...Tatoo
Hey it seems you're being touched, from inside out too
A fever you can feel sticks with you all the way to summer
Deeper inside your cold skin
The moment you couldn't fall deeper that stabbed you that time
Deep inside that smile of yours, you were shedding blood...
Bloom more flower, the overlapping pain is crimson red
The shouting, the dislikable, the absolutely marking
Tatoo
Fully, flowers bloom more, on your damp lips
The proof of eternity engraved
Tatoo
Taken along, to determine, if my tanned wound sparkled afterwards
Continue to bloom more strongly flower, the tears I withstood were lapis lazuli
The undissapearing pain is my only Tatoo
Bloom more proudly flowers, if its the sky going in full bloom make it crimson red
The breaking, the wounding, the scarring Tatoo
Bloom more flower, at the edge of your burning fingertips
Open up the real me ...Tatoo