Die in 1977

ah, the poet jumps out of the window

Like a falling bomb over my shoes

There're 10,000 voices would be cutted off

The newspaper reported it in the

subway home

In the subway

It's a holiday

It comes always so late

The unknown mission makes the

eyes insane

When the plague were coming

The emotion already to leave

When the riot were coming

So many brains start to think

What happen to me?

Can you fell the breath

It's from a beat under your skin

It brings a wild sensation in 1977

the tape-machine repeat the same

word with different language

the lonely face behind the freak with no pain

Pretending nothing was wrong

Pretending nothing was wrong

Pretending nothing was wrong

Pretending nothing was wrong

Could you give me a chance again

baby, please!

Don't you push me into the chaos,

aha!

A new son of ***** is coming to the world today

He's so smart like a cat and so cold like a snake today

Pretending nothing was wrong

Pretending nothing was wrong ^[1]