The walls are keep on shaking,
The house will be gone.
The mascara washed away,
Who is guilty ? Who's guilty?!
Words are gone, humanity rises.
You think you're alright, but everyone dies.
Do you still believe to their mouths?
We are running an' we are hiding,
Under beds, our shadows are crying.
We are running an' we are hiding,
And the beds are burning wildly.
The future is nonsense,
With creatures like they,
Turned off the lights an' the happiest time (our lives).
Words are gone, humanity rises.
You think you're alright, but everyone dies.
Do you still believe to their mouths?
We are running an' we are hiding,
Under beds, our shadows are crying.
We are running an' we are hiding,
And the beds are burning wildly.
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