Blessing her dyspepsia
Her ears has scratched
Your dynasty finished
It's not pleasant

And it's nothing nice
To face her face fearing her eyes
And it's nothing nice
To face the prejudice fearing the life now

And her face is conferred
Without paternal example
People doing filicide
To feed your pleasure

And it's nothing nice
To kill that people, if they're suicide
And it's nothing nice
To kill your pain if it has tended to die

To die
To die
To die

And it's nothing nice
To kill that people, if they're suicide
And it's nothing nice
To kill your pain if it has tended to die

To die
To die
To die