They are proud that they live so far
They stay deaf - whoever can be roar
Eyes covered with dirty hands
But they will be all dead
This is the purposeless way of death
Good wins only in fantasy
Dreams are different from reality
Going on the way of hatred
As long as everything will be upset
Let’s cry the S.O.S. - Forget? ‘cos face ís near
Let’s cry the S.O.S. - Everything we know …
Let’s cry the S.O.S. - Nothing’s gonna help me
Let’s cry the S.O.S. - Apocalypse now!
They feel as if they’d be winners
Heroes born from mental beggars
Human snakes, unsparing hearts
Waiting for glory instead funeral
Music by: Vavreczky B. / Bóna T.
Lyrics by: Smolka R., Bóna T.