Neolithic Wickedness Of The World
For destroy the appearance For the new better time Born from objects of the wickedness We are looking for beauty inside The rubbish bin from our feeling It doesn't matter what we'll find For destroy the arrogance For the new technology Space, sky as skill and down the winners The people hang in fiction circle And enjoy the degeneration Whether hidden eye with curtain Still is our sun Because that isn't our love That's money and tolerance or hidden hate Endeed it's all the same For destroy the lament Somewhere on the street Slides the real light of love That's hope for the crazy people One day I'll find it
