The wind brings the news that the new one arrives
Wicked land, where is the future, I will wander about
Before the dust falls down The fury turns to peace
In the shade of skyscrapers Live the children of crisis
Gust of wind on my face as I strut Dust
[Chorus:] Rain, in rain I feel likeI'm purified with hatredSubconscious
Dead silence so thick that Every word makes enormous noise
Look into the face of danger, I know how to
Come for more you hungry one With drooped head you
Your life was my nightmare, suffocate, muted, crushed your burden...Existence...
You can't escape from obtrusive thoughtThat you have trusted in
[Verse:]Black or white, death or life, Satan - GodDestruction, creation,
Extremely flammableYou set your ears to the soundThat's indescribableLike red
Shake yourself free from torpidity Rub your eyes to see
Balancing on the edge of a dream Unfamiliar faces passing
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