Ambidextrous party is the sensation
Everyone fights for a portion
And when peace returns
One more little surprise
Lots of guests and we are not invited
While they confront us as a distraction
Already unable to react
Afterwards they throw us into the sea
Hell, to hell, you're going to hell
The sirens are ringing, it smells of corruption
What makes you think you're better than me?
It's not that easy to escape, someone will make you pay
Tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow
But fate will make you pay with rage and anger