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 skill 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