Lyric

Untitled civilians

Guiltless and aiso innocent

The ideal they drew in the sky

Dissociate from the reality

[Believing]

[Praying]

Voices are cut off suddenly

[Drowning]

[Falling]

By the loudspeaker

We have to die

To be dyed or not to be

Withered voices

Never reach forever

This is the last page

Of the obsolete novel

Don't turn away

From dirty vice

Complete justice

[Believe]

[Pray]

[Drown]

[Fall]

Time is passing

By the moment

Second hand

Pierces empty chest

We have to die

To be dyed or not to be

Withered voices

Never reach forever

This is the last page

Of the obsolete novel

Don't turn away

From dirty vice

Similar skin

Similar built-in

Similar blood

All in the same hole

Mean-spirited

Fellow is not exist

This is the truth

F-ck F-ck F-ck

Time is passing

By the moment

Second hand

Pierces empty chest

We have to die

To be dyed or not to be

Withered voices

Never reach forever

This is the last page

Of the obsolete novel

Don't turn away

From dirty vice

There is the

Blight light of hope

Until the

Voices are cut off

There is the

Blight light of hope

Until we die