Last hundred years
I have sleeped
In the abandonned house
You haven't fears
'Bout everything
But you think of ours
Destroyed cities
The are without people
In the ruined buildings
Do you think we've lost?
Do you think it cursed?
But whatever...
Chorus:
The world is becoming anger
To whom who k-i-s-s-i-n-g
The fire'll burn us later
It gives us time, yea-yea
The world is becoming anger
To whom who k-i-s-s-i-n-g
The fire'll burn us later
It gives us time... but you died lately...
My shouting words
Close your eyes
I can stop it never
Feel like a horse
I'm so strong and fast
I can't feel it wherever
Behind your lips
So cold and white
Yeah!!!
I feel I can!
I feel I might!
But whatever...