Wasting time
I'm pure wine
Your grave is what we see
We're just fine
No reaction
Feeling now the heat of the moon
Feeling the heat above
All your roses
Streets are empty
Your reflection is a fiend
Your presence
Is raging just like beasts
Empty steps in the morning
Your eyes are inspecting your land
Feeling the heat above
All your roses
Streets are empty
Your reflection is a fiend
Your presence
Is raging just like beasts
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat above
All your roses
Streets are empty
Your reflection is a fiend
Your presence
Is raging just like beasts
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat
Feeling the heat