<b>Raw Ore</b> by <i>Paintbox</i><br />t's not a polished ore, raw natural beauty

It's not refined will, don't be sink, the original layer



It's time, I'm blind and bound, catch the spilled sand with my hands

Separation, it was crumbled all too soon, your will is going to wither

Raw ore is bright, raw ore is shining



Continue to exist, it's not everything

Go ahead



The pillow for idle slumber makes me sleepy, bewitching flowers of solitude

I tear them to pieces

It's boundless, reluctantly your keys are going to be out of tune



Continue to exist, it's not everything

Count the losses and gains, it's not everything

Go ahead



It's a gamble, being lost in the bloody rain and wandering into the street

Let out the whole things and wash them thoroughly, then new unknown things are overflowed



Raw ore is bright, raw ore is shining



Continue to exist, it's not everything

Count the losses and gains, it's not everything

Go ahead



It's not a polished ore, raw natural beauty

It's not refined will, don't be sink, the original layer

It's not a polished ore, raw natural beauty

It's not refined will, here's the original layer



Go ahead, just like that