We know this crowd will hate us.
Yet we know this is our sound.
A sound for gods and daughters,
nuclear bombs, and hatred brothers.

We will endure incoming roses,
because this world is inevitable.
Our future is non existent,
and even this can’t be original.

This circus will start now,
and despite you thought you've stopped me.
Girl, you will never understand this,
i will not cease, my precious darling.