Where are my eyes? Where is my lip? Why is here a place cold darkness here? There are children playing in a mirror. laughter does not leave under the labyrinth Red blood gets my body wet. And who is killing me? Where is my hair? Where is my foot? Why is here a place cold darkness here? want to feel warmth of skin gets wet as having got wet and rain. And who is killing me? {Child's Play (in the CD : Gothika ~Aka hitsuji oto gi hako)
