BROKEN
The broken walls of the sky
pollute the earth
The conceited bills are so huge
That they only make my melancholy swell
I thought about my surroundings
Lying and moneymaking
If it's a lie anyway, deceive me
...Until the end
What kind of future, what kind of world
what are we telling with them?
What is right, what is wrong
No one is making those decisions
But at this rate we'll be in trouble
Surely everyone has already noticed
that it's too late
The signals that have been overlooked
Don't really matter anymore
Let's start pouring in the love
Let's hug it out
Let's respect every individual
...Is that enough?
What kind of voice, what kind of color
What should we leave after us?
What is good, what is bad
No one is judging anymore
But at this rate we'll be in trouble
What kind of future, what kind of world
what are we telling with them?
What is right, what is wrong
No one is making those decisions
But at this rate we'll be in trouble
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