Should I just spit it out? You gotta swear that you won't tell anyone Let's us make a pinky promise, and if you lie I will have a thousand needles break you through So you complete your silence Let's unfold this unwriggling tale Whatever dark secrets remain here in there The future and past, get me to see After it, all told is Super Scription of Data And so, I'm born here again And it feels like another turn out I'm embedded in a colour crystal gem All the seven colors has to be revolving around it A bunch of cycles of dazzling rebirth Like a sword of prisms taking high and wenting through me The shards of sadness, they maybe all gone Cause everything, blue in past is Super Scription of Data And it's like you have desired all this time It's always been there, so close yet so far, so The future signs you could be one more time Everything will be different Super Scription A bunch of cycles of dazzling rebirth Like a sword of prisms taking high and wenting through me The shards of sadness, they maybe all gone Cause everything, blue in past Is Super Scription of Data