歌詞

As if I had never seen the news

Falling down to the ground

Spreading my imaginary wings

With some angels

As if I had ever been a king

Falling down to the ground

Washing my imaginary robe

I only care about my guitar

Are dying children beautiful?

Why do you take their pictures?

Mourn loud first

Or you'll be the last

Are the dead's parts beautiful?

Why do you take their pictures?

Mourn loud first

Or you'll be the last

Mourn loud first

Mourn loud first

When you know the world at first hand

How many so-called “walls” have you collapsed?

Some were human bodies

Even women and babies

When you shape the world at first hand

How many so-called “tests” have you realized?

Some were nightmares on the other side

Even genocide

When you love the world at first hand

How many so-called “maps” have you imposed?

Some were applied

Even legalized

When you believe the world at first hand

How many so-called “wrongdoers” have you invented?

Some were hanged

Being falsely accused

Mourn loud first

Mourn loud first