Feel no shame 'bout shape, Weatha change their phras, Even Your mother will show you otha way! So put your grasses on, Notin will be wong, There's No blame there's no fame. It's up to you! The first words should be findead Whaeva holds you back! I! Can! I can get it off! Tall me what, tell me what, tell me whatchu want? i don't know why, don't know why, don't know why you 'fraid. Tell me what, Tell me whatchu say!! I don't know why, Don't know why, Too late, It's too late.
Whenever I listen to this... I feel an awful weight on my throat... Man, rip kentaro... Don't worry I will study black magic and bring him back in no time