Куплет 1: Eat my heart for a breakfast, Cause I don't need it anymore! From Tokio to Belfast Lasts eternal war!
Smash it by hammer, thread on spit Or compete at distance throw. Turning into the demons - It Is another way to fuck up one's soul!
Припев: Is it a part of some greater plan Of someone who sits above? From point of view of an ordinary man I declare: Fuck the Love!
Куплет 2: I don't love you, honey, 'Cause you just don't fit my type. You're so cute and funny, But here we've got a wipe.
Making such a giant promises, Swearing in the face of God, Abusing of one's authorities ...firing a shotgun... ...at extremely close range... Blowing them apart!