To the coast,
the broken wall of world explosion.
To the mountain,
the last seed is spread in their place.
To the wonder,
the latching hold is bound with love and revenge.
To the sky,
the words of pain when he was a child.
Please give me the gun to show myself.
Please give me the gun to show myself.
Please give me the gun to show myself.
To the party and the church,
the standing moment.
To the slide,
the words of a man who was at all.
Please give me the gun to shot myself.
Please give me the gun to shot myself.
Please give me the gun to shot myself.
Please give me the gun to shot myself.
Please give me the gun to shot myself.
Please give me the gun to shot myself.
Please give me the gun to shot myself.
Please give me the gun to shot myself.