I sing for love, joy, and sorrow.
As my lips form words effortlessly,
My heart soars at the verbal resonance,
But my soul bleeds from its cage, my body.

My lips form words effortlessly,
But enough is never enough.
My soul bleeds from its cage, my body
Because my soul can never truly fly.

Enough is never enough
Because release never comes, it only builds up,
And my soul can never truly fly
When the song always ends, the beauty always dies, and I'm always left empty.

Release never comes, it only builds up
While my heart soars at the verbal resonance
And the song always ends, the beauty always dies, and I'm always left empty
Ehen I sing for love, joy, and sorrow.