[Verse 1]
My personal hell —
It is so full
Of emptiness.
Well then, hello,
Emptiness.
[Verse 2]
There is no more of you,
Wherever I run —
Your cold is waiting for me
In the familiar silence —
The ringing transparency
Of what is gone again.
[Chorus]
There is only Hell,
Which, Emptiness,
You filled to the brim.
And there is no more pain.
I am once again
A part of you.
[Bridge]
Your cold
Keeps me warm.
[Chorus]
There is only Hell,
Which, Emptiness,
You filled to the brim.
And there is no more pain.
I am once again
A part of you.
[Outro]
Your cold keeps me warm...
Your cold keeps me warm...
My personal hell
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