Body scent, swan song, everything's destroyed
War, poisoning, the smell of garbage, it's all worth nothing
Only shards that cut into me
To feed on my anguish
Suffocate any hope
Hands are chopped off
I longed so much for peace
For honest harmony
Now I realize how naive I am
I can't make amends with you
See now the shards that desire revenge
Will have a lifetime of power struggles
That can only live on in hatred
Seeing love as an enemy
Lawyers, lawsuit, that is your world
You pay the most money for the sharpest advocate pencil
For you, tenderness is a red scarf
You're under a curse
That hates to love and loves to hate
That flurishes in warmongering
You're a lost soul, that is increasingly straying
Who has so irretrievably confused you at the root?
Who can reassemble the shards without hurting anyone?
Stop your hate speeches, is there a turning point?