: All things are stopping The time just pass away The experience is not piled up Bending your personality I can't get out Fade away my hope, lost myself
: Stepped on the blowing the wind To the sky Arrived at the place, there was a box The color of the box was changing, Like a human's heart Don't know
: You come into this country You cant get real jobs Boats, and boats, and boats of you Go home you fuckin slobs Sellin hot dogs on the corner Sellin
