Part2: A poisoned gift

Isn't ironic when you make a wish
and gods answer you in secondhand?
Like "taste now the sweet and wait for the bitter later"

- Look, you received a gift from demons! -

I'm starting to believe
maibe there is no order here
no king or queen of our heart,
Just human blindness
and divine laughter...

I don't like to be deluded
but I'm loving this lie that is "love"
All that I waited for, I'm starting to depart

Back for hell
in return of my life
With a knife in your heart
for a decent death

This is how I surrend myself to trial.