Khirolam

ー白と黒、光と影ー
ｔｗｏ　ｓｉｄｅｓ　ｔｏ　ｍｅ

Everyone has parts to them that you can't see, will never know.
The shadows we keep locked within, the secrets.

Some repel the truth, and embrace the lies.
And others still seek words outside existence.

Gunpowder. A rose. A laser beam.
Anything can be a tool of the trade. Ah yes, anything.

When that trade is to hunt down all who share your twisted blood.
That no one might be left to name the hypocrisy inside you.

ｗhｅn　ｙoｕ　cａsｔ　lｉgｈt　ｔo　ｄeｓtｒoｙ　tｈe　ｓhａdｅ
nｅvｅr　ｔuｒn　ｉt　ｔoｗaｒdｓ　yｏuｒsｅlｆ