In between the cracks of our words,
Is a shining light.
Why are you in such a hurry? There’s really no need to rush,
‘Cause the wind doesn’t blow in that far off place.

Through our binoculars we see broken tiles,
And the eyes of working men.
We can’t make it anywhere near the door,
But he can’t protect it forever.

The signs on our map are all too clearly,
Mixing together and giving birth to something new.

Bearing the seed of justice and menstruated pus, the sounds of their halting feet preside.
The air before our enemies is filled with strange voices and silence.

Today, nothing causes us pain;
Everything is starved of creativity and disguised in light.
Tossing our walking sticks aside will bring on a rage of ash;
All we need to do is set off toward Tokyo.

You could never walk the path of a party that, “Believes in today”.
It’s like you’re walking barefoot atop a giant sex organ.

Today, nothing causes us pain;
Everything is starved of creativity and disguised in light.
Tossing our walking sticks aside will bring on a rage of ash;
All we need to do is set off toward Tokyo.