Where's the fortunate future?
Where does our fortunate future come?

Dick men
Fuck off fuck off
And wipe
(Get back my merilly memory)

Under the sun
The peaceful flowing crimson river revealed in the light of day
As if to scoff at me

You're all laughing as you stroll along
The mountain road made of corpses
Again putting forth your hands, you reach out
And the ants swarm the lily.

Under the sun
In the hands of those who can't save anything,
Ash, tears and silence...
It's cruel how the moon comes as the sun goes
Even the future has closed it's eyes
Asking the blazing sun, silence and... ' '