You never heard a word your father said. Until he said, "Goodbye". And now you walk these streets in agony. Just looking for the reason why. . You try to tell me that you've played it safe.
Baby only the strong would survive. Over mysteries of life. Only fantasy keeps you away. In the lonely fields of those broken shields. . So, keep on kicking the bomb is ticking.
LOMHLABA UNZIMA, LOMHLABA. [this world is a harsh place, this world]. Picture the end of a cycle. here's the fire from heaven. There's a tired planeet closing down.