Chin Tsao - The Slow Dawn

Oh mighty, he whispered to me:
You, ghost of alienation. Your fear is true real. I’ll pray for you tonight with a bottle booze made of my victim’s tears, If you could escape your trial. The story is an unanimated object which occupies the whole time and space, mentally and physically. Though It comes oddly but will end casually as a delusion of feeling good. Let your audience wait for dying slowly on their chair.