Eight steps to be celebrated   Trinket or fake   I remember the game is over   After life of drake      Last moment   The same and new faces   No more phrases up to daisies   No real life beside you   She’s dead   The same and new faces   No more phrases up to daisies   No fear life beside you      Eight steps to be celebrated   Trinket or fake      Ain’t stop you more day by day naive   Please press ＊ and 9   Love might die      What it feels like?   Like to keep out without turning back?   What it feels like?   Like to keep out without turning back?      What it feels like?   What it feels like?