Seeds have fallen in ground they lack for the rain
They need a rain
Cut my breast with the knife you'll see it burning
Burning in flames
In a day too late in an hour too late
In a moment you will not stand up
If the key doesn't open the door
Knot it out with your leg

Mother we all seriously sick
Mother will have [bad word] insane

Steel between fingers clenched in your fist
Stab in your arm, tearing flesh
But the poison replaced in the veins the blood
Replaced your blood
Shattered world, Crippled people everything's burning inside
Someone is crying, someone is silent and someone is glad 
So [bad word] glad

Mother we all seriously sick
Mother will have [bad word] insane

You must be strong you must say hands off
Hands of me!
You must be strong why would you otherwise be
What will cost the thousand words
When only remains the strength of your kick
Now you stand on the shore
And think to be or not to be