city streets live in their own laws
on girls territory
while their braided hair
flutters in hurricane wind
irritating temptation
and florets sent
tomorrow in unclouded day
my song of carnage will start to thunder
this fever increases my sorrow
when I'll face same in my life
I'll hang myself
One - somebody please
Two - put my fire out
Tree - push me to fly
Four - yeah, yeah
one stab pierced through
and left electric shock mark
slightly raised amazed eyebrow
listlessly reacts to evident outcome
these smouldering thoughts increase my sorrow
when memories will fade
I will become adult
One - somebody please
Two - set my fire
Tree - let it burn
Four - yeah, yeah