Red Soil کے بول

Pressing the megaphone against the apostles open ear Darkness and onanists are in attendance I press a gun against the spectators' temples now And my face lets out a smile every time Saving. It's prostitution to the kids who listen from the right and out the left Twins and seven colours of rainbow It can't be saved the sorrow I question it all, why oh why? Amaku karamiau itsuwari Doko mo onaji Nagareru chi ga mazaru Fukaku nemuru Zaiaku shin ni kizami yuki nagara shine Tekubi ni saku mankai no sakura Karasu no shigai ni wai ta airashii omae Zantou hada hakanaki namida ka ? Jihi o kokka de moyashi Shishi te shi o shire Hitsuji koya de koshi o furu masayoshi Yasuragi no ura ni gun ra gari kurau hada ha nani shoku ? Daichi ha inochi o tsuduru susuri akatsuchi ni kawaru Chuu o matta kamikire to kenryoku Pikkingu dotama ni hirai ta koufuku no seiki Kyosei sa re ta zennou naru kami