Lyric

No regret

I can't be the central figure of this story

'Cause I'm too plain and ordinary to be

Four things come not back

The spoken word, the sped arrow

The past life, and the neglected chance

I waited for this time for a long time

Do as if no one's watching, and live everyday as if it were your last

We have a thousand paths and an infinity of dreams

If you stand up like a nail

You will get hammered down

This is a sweet revenge

No matter what may happen on my way

I will follow my bent

To all muscle freaks

Here we are

Turn your face to your fate

The shadows fall behind you

Let's drink to the past

Hang out a white flag

Take off your shoulder pads

Get out of the way

It's my way

This is the sense of pain that you want to know

Where there is "jock", always there is "Queen Bee"

When you walk through a storm

Hold you head up high

If you stand in one place long enough

The world will come to you

No matter what may happen on my way

I will follow my bent

To all muscle freaks

Here we are

Turn your face to your fate

The shadows fall behind you

Let's drink to the past

Hang out a white flag

Take off your shoulder pads

Get out of the way

It's my way

Going back

To the pride of lions

To the person with disgusting eyes

To the pride of lions

To the person with disgusting eyes

Bite me! Get back