Infancy is a perfect time to be naïve,
But sometimes indecent [bad word] to our lives.
And one fine day, when flowers bloom under the tender moisture
You can see fat dirty body and tender child’s neck

Black hair’s piercing the skin
 [bad word] hands are killing Innocence
What’s going on?
Put your thoughts in your stinking [bad word] #33;

The crime place will always smell like musty puddle
Adults’ heart will shudder every sudden cuddle
And accept that mad world full of [bad word] for minds
Even broken lives are still the only ones

Stop your mad hunger
Take your hands off!
Stop your mad hunger
Spit your dirty soul!