Red soil

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