Miss the backwards shot and go into overtime
Mister Hitmaker's coming
A perfect black fake cry
Hibiscus vegetarian fight
A mailbox fed up with written challenges was burned yesterday
Waiting for dawn, hit the gong
He increased the number of wounds, and he is gone
Reaching up for the highest level even if I get hurt
Maybe I'm gonna be a free bee now
I'm not scared anymore
A chance for a big turn-around with a free throw
The birth of sister volcano her first cry is hotter than magma
Outsider hunting showtime
Even if I tease the juror and get shut out of this world
I want to be sure, hit the gong
He tore apart the map, and he is gone
The pigs that dressed up the shortest distance are lined up
Maybe I'm gonna be a free bee now
What am I eating?
I can see through my own self
False sadness and tear jerkers are of no meaning to me
If I use both hands and both legs
There must still be something I can accomplish
I wrap these irritating feelings of loneliness in my hurt fist now
Reaching up for the highest level even if I get hurt
Maybe I'm gonna be a free bee now
I'm not scared anymore
Appearing in the last inning
I'm redoing my battle again
Maybe I'm gonna be a free bee now
This is my present