That metropolis, a slave to its desires, continues evolving. 
It's on the brink of collapsing like a heap of building blocks.

War gives birth to weapons (toys). 
Weapons (toys) bring forth more war. It's an endless cycle.

The once extravagantly blooming flowers are trampled on, 
and their withering figures are swallowed by the shadow.

"Please help me." The metropolis, with its own will, screams. 
Please notice its call for help, before it's too late.

That metropolis, a slave to its desires, continues evolving. 
If prosperity should be a path towards [bad word]  
then tomorrow it'll be on its way to [bad word] 

"Please help me." The metropolis, with its own will, screams. 
Please notice its call for help, before it's too late.

War gives birth to weapons (toys). 
Weapons (toys) bring forth more war. It's an endless cycle.

The once extravagantly blooming flowers are trampled on, 
and their withering figures are swallowed by the shadow.

"Please help me." The metropolis, with its own will, screams. 
Please notice its call for help, before it's too late.

It's fine if you don't think you'll ever want to love. 
Please at least lose your way, before it's too late.

Before ashes start falling from the sky...

War gives birth to weapons (toys)...