To My Cold And Naive Heart

Depraved
That fake
The trace
The cowards
My heart, our division

The Hate
Growing
That Feeling
The trace
The cowards
My head, your expectations

That nation praise your glory
Decay and raise
The truth inside, daydreams

Let tell us the revenge
Lets us raise our hands, Scum!
The rage
Streams through me!

Let sick my heart
Tear your hope apart
To this world of scorn
Let tell us the revenge
Lets us raise our hands, Scum!
To Cold and Naive Heart