acéphale

Couldn't help but to gash

With my pocket blade joyous, unafraid

I had to, felt right, seems right

Acéphale

Clueless mind, you thought too much

My wildest creature

Your eyes sapphires

Feet poised apart, balance set

Shoulders aligned in witful dissent

Fire bend, katana held

The sword is the thought, the sword is the grace

Couldn't help but to wear

Every single thought as a cameo (Cameo)

Eye capsule treasure feels grand

Acéphale

Love of mine para qué pensar

My wildest creature

Your eyes satires, feels grand