Falling, I'm falling.
This despair is taking over me.
I can't breathe, Oh I can hear voices
Inside my head.
These voices, They just won't leave my head,
"Don't worry, We'll help you through, " They said.
Can I really go on with this madness inside?
I'm stuck with my inner monster's pride.
I'm plummeting into darkness,
No light to be found.
Please help.
Forsaken, I dwell inside my room.
Forget me, I won't be myself, soon.
This is my slow descent
Into black-born despair.
But somehow, I just no longer care.
Enveloped in total darkness.
I can't even breathe.
Help me.
My lost sanity is out of my reach.
Where's the future?
There's no future.
I've nowhere to go.
Somewhere deep inside
This black heart of mine,
I am calling, I am screaming
For the Salvation of Nothingness.
My lost sanity is out of my reach.
Where's the future?
There's no future.
I've nowhere to go.
Somewhere deep inside
This black heart of mine,
I am calling, I am screaming
For the Salvation of Nothingness.
I am trapped inside
This black heart of mine,
I am screaming, I am calling
For the Salvation of my-

Watch "Steampianist with Momocashew- The Perfumer's Perfect Fumes - Feat. Vocaloid Oliver" on YouTube
https://youtu.be/sEbSeyd3Df8

Rusty frame of chandelier,
It is our memoir,
Close your eyes there's nothing to fear.
Some metallic smell of you,
An adulterous perfume,
Brings me right out from the blues.
All the creations of this world accumulate,
Millions of lives and souls forged into one.
A smell that no one will be able to recreate,
Disintegrate.
Let me,
Take your aroma and dissect the parts of you,
That messes up with my rationality.
Let me breathe in your spice,
Your stench, your retulent, animalistic scent,
Your nourishment.
Flaky nails and crumbled hair,
How much pleasure you can bear,
In my flask is your despair.
The seductive smell of you,
Makes all my chains go loose,
Sampling your sapid juice.
All the creations of this world originate,
From the casket made of warm blood and flesh.
A life that no one will be able to procreate,
Inoculate.
Let me,
Take your aroma and dissect the parts of you,
That gives birth to my new,
Identity.
Let them breathe in my seed,
My scent, my new fragrance, its my revolution,
I am the King
Of this world,
Manipulating all you blind puppets,
History unfolds.
I took your hand and kissed you one last time,
Tomorrow, I'll need
A new specimen.
. . .
All the creations of this world accumulate
Millions of lives and souls forged into one.
Perfume that no one will be able to recreate,
Pulls my breath away.
Let me
Take your aroma and dissect the parts of you,
That tries to disobey my,
Sovereignty.
Let them breathe our fruit,
Our love, our essence,
I shall build my new nation.
Finally I can be the person I imagined to be,
And my love guaranteed,
To be pleasing.
Though being loved is a little suffocating,
I'll enjoy till I am split,
Into pieces, ashes.

Watch "Steampianist with Clockwork - In Verbatim - Feat Vocaloid Sweet Ann and Gumi" on YouTube
https://youtu.be/8lxTj2_x9Lo

In Verbatim, Our Lives Repeat Indefinitely.

Words are easy, emotions hard
Like ink to paper, it's blotted out
Logic fails you, leaves you to die
Decomposing words inside your mouth

In verbatim, our lives repeat
Indefinitely, without remorse
Without wait, without reprieve
Never ending, this winding course

Words are easy, emotions hard
Like ink to paper, it is blotted out
Logic fails you, leaves you to die
Decomposing words inside your mouth

Magic and mystery, tricks with cards
Prestidigitation or slight of hand
However it captures you, enjoy it because
Possession far exceeds demand

In verbatim, our lives repeat
Indefinitely, without remorse
Without wait, without reprieve
Never ending, this winding course

Magic and mystery, tricks with cards
Prestidigitation or slight of hand
However it captures you, enjoy it because
Possession far exceeds demand

Finite as all living things are
Passing away as a breath in a storm
Slipping from life as you breathe your last
Never fear, for the afterlife is warm

In verbatim, our lives repeat
Indefinitely, without remorse
Without wait, without reprieve
Never ending, this winding course

Never ending, this winding course
Never ending, this winding course

Watch "Steampianist with Lili - The Undertaker's Daughter - Feat. Vocaloid Oliver" on YouTube
https://youtu.be/xVpvRAKD_W0

Once upon a time,
In a faraway place
There's a tiny town
That no one thought to name
On the outskirts of town,
Tucked beneath the willow trees
Silent as death,
Was a small cemetery
The undertaker's daughter was a maiden most fair
With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
Day after day, she learned her father's trade
Day after day, she wandered to the graves
Alone in the corner,
Where the light did not shine
Was an angel made of stone
Who looked up to the sky
Her hands folded in prayer
Her feet covered in grime
And Laying upon them
Was a plaque as old as time
The undertaker's daughter had wandered there,
With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
She looked to the plaque, and she thought it was odd
She looked to the plaque, and the grave's name was gone.
Everyday from then on,
The daughter went there,
To the grave with the angel,
With the plaque that was bare
Sitting there all alone,
The daughter thought that it was sad
No one ever brought flowers
There were no gifts to be had
One day the daughter
Had went to the seaside
Playing in the sand
With the sun shining bright
While hunting around
The daughter had found
A seashell so beautiful
Pearly and round
The undertaker's daughter had searched through there,
With her rosy cheeks and long flaxen hair
She wanted more, of those lovely seashells
And She wanted more, and she had a plan, as well...
The undertaker's daughter was a maiden most fair,
With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
A gift for the grave, with no name in sight
A gift for the grave, these seashell so bright...
The undertaker's daughter had left them there,
Back when she had rosy cheeks and long flaxen hair
Now she was gone, but though t'was so long ago
The seashell still shined,
The grave was not alone...
The grave was not alone...
The grave was not alone...

How many layers of skin can we possibly wear
How many stitches will take for you to catch that big break
Whenever silver blades slides bloody lines starts to form
I look myself in the eye from down below the floor
I am a star under the light
One that can morph and can transform
Make me god and make loved
I am addicted to
Your
Blade
The sweet sound of ripping flesh echoing back and forth
You just connect the dots for absolute perfection
A minor perforation from a faulty incision
Trace the lines on my skin with your silver sharp friends
I am a star under the light
One that can morph and can transform
Make me god and make loved
It's so addictive
Cut cut cut me up
Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut me up
Make me beautiful
Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut me up
Addicted to your blade
Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut me up
Lacerate my flesh
Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut me up
Come on and cut me up
Cut me up
I am a star under the light
One that can morph and can transform
Make me god and make loved
So cut my flesh and saw my bones
I am a star under the light
One that can morph and can transform
Make me god and make loved
It's so addictive
Cut cut cut me up
Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut me up
Make me beautiful
Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut me up
Addicted to your blade
Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut me up
Lacerate my flesh
Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut me up
Come on and cut me up
Cut
Me
Up