Lyric

Bite the dust from what I have done

Like I spit on my face

Jumping bullet has hit me

Let's rewrite

To be as good man

Rewrite the story

Live by that words

In a scene we're as prayer

The dictator stomped on our back while laughing

Because of my fault

Mud is sticking on my tongue

Show me your face

I've seen it before somewhere

I can't stop shaking

What the fuck is up

I can't stop shaking

Say something more to me

I've heard its voices too

What the fuck is up

X2

The turbid flow flows out

It erodes it,its all

I watch where it's going

It swallowed into the endless darkness

Let go of that hand clinging to the ship board

By the flowing river

A hanging man sing a poet

From ashes to ashes

From dust to dust

Waking up by screms from the TVs

Everyone crying out by the disease

See the spaces filled with the deads

And think what is right to erace these misery

Scream out

Waking up by screms from the TVs

Everyone crying out by the disease

See the spaces filled with the deads

And think what is right to erace these misery

Feel the winds of the plague from the sea

Walk above lots of the deads you looked away

See the spaces filled with the deads

And think what is right to erace these misery

Scream out