Cut the nonsense. Dirty sentence.
We can’t hear ourselves
You’re transcendence
This is vengeance.
I cannot say I hate you
It’s a science. Funny essence.
We can be a coward.
Tryna find a lonely day.
Can you save me？
No pain, no gain.
We need to run this way.
Cut it out.
Show me. Don’t be shy.
We can shake up.
No pain, no gain.
We need to run this way.
Guess who’s calling us？
The truth is…
Cut the nonsense. Dirty sentence.
We can’t hear ourselves
You’re transcendence
This is vengeance.
I cannot say I hate you
It’s a science. Funny essence.
We can be a coward.
Tryna find a lonely day.
Can you save me？
No pain, no gain.
We need to run this way.
Cut it out.
Show me. Don’t be shy.
We can shake up.
No pain, no gain.
We need to run this way.
Guess who’s calling us？
The truth is buried in the underbrush.
I’m dead.
We have got to accept it.
I’m dead.
I’m a lost cause anyway.
I’m dead.
There’s no point doing it.
I’m dead.
You’ll get bored easily.
I’m dead.
We have got to accept it.
I’m dead.
I’m a lost cause anyway.
I’m dead.
There’s no point doing it.
I’m dead.
I’m already dead.