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?