In a rotten world, where the sun went down
And the skies are grey, covered by dark clouds
At this cold dead place, where all dreams seem lost
Only shadows remain and gold turns [bad word] 

Wide opened eyes reflect like a looking glass
Our memories remain as an image of the past
And from far away a rising siren wails
But in spite of warning, we just walk the trail

As the [bad word] down, like a waterfall
It fades the light away and we’re afraid to drown
And when the last child cries and it lost its smile
If there’s no sing of hope, maybe it’s time to die…