Betraying this world,
wriggling around in my stomache,
biting through my intestines,
a dark red is surging forth
Until my sunburnt skin is ripped off
Even in the seething darkness, there is light
Far off voices confirm each other
Like the stroke of a wet finger-tip
One day, I will feel you
The ruins of the world, Commotion, Dynamite
Money to fulfill the shortage of love
There's no answer, no winners or losers,
but I am intensely lying in wait
Until my sunburnt skin is ripped off
Even in the seething darkness, there is light
Far off voices confirm each other
Like the stroke of a wet finger-tip
One day, I will feel you, I'll show you