The shrugging back of iron stretches on; it stretches on endlessly everywhere. The sullied crimson rain pours down; it pours down on us mercilessly.
While panting heavily, we keep treading on the deteriorated earth.
We have no lingering feeling for our disappearing friends; we are dummy boys. The distantly resounding iron drums are our lullaby. Blow away this inferno.
Spiteful of time, we yell to the setting sun. My flames keep burning nonstop. We, unable to enjoy even a deep slumber, are being sneered at by the moon.
Dragging our feet slowly, we meaninglessly cast our shadow over the scorched earth.
We have no lingering feeling for our past; we are dummy boys. The distantly resounding iron drums are our lullaby. Survive and live through at least this day!
I can see the future through my telescope. Nevertheless, tomorrow will visit once again. Oh Yeah. Once we step out, everything will become slow motion and vanish into the past. Oh Yeah.
We have no lingering feeling for our disappearing friends; we are dummy boys. The distantly resounding iron drums are our lullaby. Blow away this inferno.
The shrugging back of iron stretches on; it stretches on endlessly everywhere. The sullied crimson rain pours down; it pours down on us mercilessly.
While panting heavily, we keep treading on the deteriorated earth.
We have no lingering feeling for our disappearing friends; we are dummy boys. The distantly resounding iron drums are our lullaby. Blow away this inferno.
Spiteful of time, we yell to the setting sun. My flames keep burning nonstop. We, unable to enjoy even a deep slumber, are being sneered at by the moon.
Dragging our feet slowly, we meaninglessly cast our shadow over the scorched earth.
We have no lingering feeling for our past; we are dummy boys. The distantly resounding iron drums are our lullaby. Survive and live through at least this day!
I can see the future through my telescope. Nevertheless, tomorrow will visit once again. Oh Yeah. Once we step out, everything will become slow motion and vanish into the past. Oh Yeah.
We have no lingering feeling for our disappearing friends; we are dummy boys. The distantly resounding iron drums are our lullaby. Blow away this inferno.