Wickedness Of The World

For destroy the appearanceFor the new better timeBorn from objects of the wickednessWe are looking for beauty insideThe rubbish bin from our feelingIt doesn't matter what we'll findFor destroy the arroganceFor the new technologySpace, sky as skill and down the winnersThe people hang in fiction circleAnd enjoy the degenerationWhether hidden eye with curtainStill is our sunBecause that isn't our loveThat's money and tolerance or hidden hateEndeed it's all the sameFor destroy the lamentSomewhere on the streetSlides the real light of loveThat's hope for the crazy peopleOne day I'll find it