Evil

Coughing, waking up

Still shivering

Functions of the world

So infantile

Devils as saints

Too cynical

Our future inflates

In this beautiful country

I ain't owing to the world

Yes, I am

Conscious, let me wear my heart

On my sleeve

There is hatred piling up

Common things

I see hope is always here

Hit chords, louder than guns

Coughing, waking up

Waking up, up up

Broken functions of the world

Of the world, world, world

Are we devils as saints?

As saints, saints, saints

Our future inflates

In this beautiful country

I am owing to the world

Wish me luck

Conscious, let me wear my heart

On my sleeve

There is hatred piling up

Common things

I see hope is always here

Hit chords, louder than guns

Hit chords, hit chords

Play' em louder than guns

Hit chords, hit chords

Play' em louder than guns

Hit chords, hit chords

Play' em louder than guns

Hit chords, hit chords

Play' em louder than guns