We are sinful Cains; sing with an irritated spirit The line between right and wrong is ambiguous We just want to smile
If you're going to cry Yeah, I'll become this rain
Right now
Creation of the future, transcendence Draw now it and impulse, towards molding, towards rebirth The hand I thrust into my pocket Can seize anything, so transcend towards the creation of the world
The voice that was snapped in a crowd, in tears that seek strength The chain that connects us to our destiny Drew a chagrined ring
Can you see me? Does my voice reach you?
Right now
Creation of the future, transcendence I'll slash through it by my own hand, towards molding, towards rebirth The world burned my eyelids scarlet And plunged into my eyes, so transcend towards the creation of the world
The source of the spiral that chains us, the heart that cries feebly: "Grant me light, grant my wish" Go beyond my love for you that's induced inside our crossing consciousnesses
Creation of the future, transcendence Draw now it and impulse, towards molding, towards rebirth The hand I thrust into my pocket Can seize anything, towards the creation of the world, towards awakening
My love is high in this sky My wish connects us, so transcend destiny I'll embrace and finish dying Perpetuity and the fever of madness, towards resonance, towards the future
We are sinful Cains; sing with an irritated spirit The line between right and wrong is ambiguous We just want to smile
If you're going to cry Yeah, I'll become this rain
Right now
Creation of the future, transcendence Draw now it and impulse, towards molding, towards rebirth The hand I thrust into my pocket Can seize anything, so transcend towards the creation of the world
The voice that was snapped in a crowd, in tears that seek strength The chain that connects us to our destiny Drew a chagrined ring
Can you see me? Does my voice reach you?
Right now
Creation of the future, transcendence I'll slash through it by my own hand, towards molding, towards rebirth The world burned my eyelids scarlet And plunged into my eyes, so transcend towards the creation of the world
The source of the spiral that chains us, the heart that cries feebly: "Grant me light, grant my wish" Go beyond my love for you that's induced inside our crossing consciousnesses
Creation of the future, transcendence Draw now it and impulse, towards molding, towards rebirth The hand I thrust into my pocket Can seize anything, towards the creation of the world, towards awakening
My love is high in this sky My wish connects us, so transcend destiny I'll embrace and finish dying Perpetuity and the fever of madness, towards resonance, towards the future