Should I just spit it out?
You gotta swear that you won't tell anyone
Let's us make a pinky promise, and if you lie
I will have a thousand needles break you through
So you complete your silence

Let's unfold this unwriggling tale
Whatever dark secrets remain here in there
The future and past, get me to see
After it, all told is
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And so, I'm born here again
And it feels like another turn out
I'm embedded in a colour crystal gem
All the seven colors has to be revolving around it

A bunch of cycles of dazzling rebirth
Like a sword of prisms taking high and wenting through me
The shards of sadness, they maybe all gone
Cause everything, blue in past is
Super Scription of Data

And it's like you have desired all this time
It's always been there, so close yet so far, so
The future signs you could be one more time
Everything will be different
Super Scription

A bunch of cycles of dazzling rebirth
Like a sword of prisms taking high and wenting through me
The shards of sadness, they maybe all gone
Cause everything, blue in past
Is Super Scription of Data