I was once a treehouse,
I lived in a cake,
But i never saw the way
The orange slayed the rake
I was only three years dead
But it told a tale,
And now listen, little child
do the safety rail
If you ever see a Mana
Kiss a mana, on the Mana
Mana's Mana taste of Mana
Mana, Mana
Gackt
Half a Mana,
Twice a Mana, not THE Mana
Farmer Mana,
Mana in a car,
Alarin a Mana-Sama
Gackt
Is it all been told now?
Is it all so old?
Is it made of lemon juice?
Doorknob, ankle, cold
Now my song is getting thin,
I've run out of luck,
Time for me to retire now,
And become a Gackt.