So here it comes now.
Our day it ends, once again
in this twisted way.
Is it a fate?
Or is it just a cruel twisted Deja vu.

Don't turn away, no don't go down that path way.
If you hear a scream in the night. Ah.

Do not turn away.
Do not face that way.
Whispers in the dark despair.
Crying, yelling out, it's the same
As that fateful day in time,
When you hear cicada cry
It is just the fateful choice of the wheel of fortune.

How do you run,
away from it? 
it's something I can't excape in time.
Sleeping away. Dreaming of it.
Melodies of the Crying scream.

Turn around, and face the dark reflection.
It is just staring back at you. Ah.

Do not turn away.
Do not face that way.
Whispers of the dark despair.
Crying, yelling out, it's the same
As that fateful day in time,
When you hear cicada cry
It is just the fateful choice of the wheel of fortune.

Sweetly it sings to me, this cold twisted melody.

(Don't listen to the screams x2)

Oh how would I know...

Flowing blood down my cheek is a cold feeling.
If you prefer it, I really don't care if..

You go down that way, turning that corner you'll fade away.
Wishfulls of the thinking heart, it is just them as that day.
Twisted in a loud cry, when heard the cicada cry
It was just the fateful choice of the wheel of fortune.

I see the sun rise off in to the far of distence.
I won't give up, I won't give up.
If you keep going on down that path way it will end a good way.
Ignore the pain, let it take over you right now.