Die Nasty Qui-Ling 가사

The ability to descry is a game of skill, train your mind Easier to learn the ropes than to find the sense of life Every second of a minute, every hour of a day I don't want to abandon all hope But who lives on hope will die of hunger this is our fate Fool you all time you won't notice Hammering on a nail that just won't go in is easy for me However when I hear you talk it is so hard to keep self-control Every month of every year surrounded by Foolish simpletons Torture my ears give offence to intelligence Beware of ignorance Fight so hard on your tongue that speaks out Searching for a life (that) I'm unable to find Will I ever be able to see, let alone to understand False promises you can't keep, I have doubts, so disappear