Take a selfie, in the smoke
A Devil's cigarette, to dye the clouds
The smile of the sun has taken
A rest
No more episodes
Of species genocides
Slow dance riff
Another drink
We are celebrating the end of days
It's just for pleasure
One more time
We are the kings of every corner
We've the right to play a dirty game
Societies, that kill all
They're floating while they follow on
The arbitrary gods
The desires of man
They seem to wither lives
Consuming and wearing to satisfy
Any shortcomings of love and the
Power that creeps over the green-blue tomb
Acid rain in the eyes of the creator
You can hear the moan
Slow dance riff
Take another drink
We are f*cked but we still celebrate the end of days
You know
It's just for pleasure
One day
We will turn backwards and we
Will not see anything
Uh uh uh
The end of days
Uh uh uh
The end of days
Now take a drink
Between pain and pleasure
We are almost on the line of the end