歌词
One, two, three, four
Motives changing, day to day
The fire increases, masks decay
I look at the river, white foam floats down
The body's poisoned, gotta sit tight
The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait
After wakening, silence grows
The screams subside, distortion shows
Mutant thoughts of bad-mouthed news
Is just another birth of distorted views
The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait
