You Look at me, angry eyes Your laughter field with cunning Your looking for the culprit in his fucking evil Your search stops with me Why!? Am I last? I wood also like you do not want war. But you do not want to understand.
You go to your goal. Purpose-i. I m the reason for your madness!
Your view gushing hate. Your hands reach for my heart. I have nowhere to go. I am dying. Your blood lust knows no limit.
You go to your goal. Purpose-i. I m the reason for your madness!