Welcome to our doom, what we call earth!
And then when the written word will pass away
And our slender speech of our race will set to fail
Nation of an enigma, a troubled existence
This is how people lose control!
Son, this is the worst in me!
Father, we will bring you relief!
Fear my wrath
Call it a solar flash, a reason to see and a reason to be
Flashback of our coexisting disorders
Nightrage of our upcoming disease inside
Let people raise their flags
Hell, no! Waiting the dawn, waiting the pest
To summarize how to merge with the everything
We are waiting the dawn
The men who are waiting to be get known
And to be trigger it off to find where do I belong
Hold on, I won’t raise the sea
Father, bring this back to me
Son, this is the worst in me
Father, we will bring you relief
If there is a sign that we are all waiting for
If there is a sign: Than this is it, this is that sign
You are setting up this world to an end
New ark, ready to be released at the end
Through the sun, the faith these designed bliss of frail words
You are the only one knows I am here, you are minority
And you better get used to it, but I’m not getting of this ark
