For destroy the appearance
For the new better time
Born from objects of the wickedness
We are looking for beauty inside
The rubbish bin from our feeling
It doesn't matter what we'll find
For destroy the arrogance
For the new technology
Space, sky as sk** and down the winners
The people hang in fiction circle
And enjoy the degeneration
Whether hidden eye with curtain
Still is our sun
Because that isn't our love
That's money and tolerance or hidden hate
Endeed it's all the same
For destroy the lament
Somewhere on the street
Slides the real light of love
That's hope for the crazy people
One day I'll find it