Lyrics:

In the disaster story,
We're central culprits of private rage,
Usual sort of desperation,
Can it just remain the same?

Never cut you out, I'll cut you out.

Fill your lies with colours,
I am running to you,
You should realise,
It hurts, in me too.

Walk on broken glass,
Is the pain the same at the end?
Will the element in life's complexity,
Make our struggle infinite?

Never cut you out, I'll cut you out.

Fill your lies with colours,
I am running to you,
You should realise,
It hurts, in me too.

Will the element in life's complexity,
Make our struggle infinite?

Never cut you out, I'll cut you out.

Fill your lies with colours,
I am running to you,
You should realise,
It hurts, in me too.

I'll cut you in.

Fill your lies with colours,
I am running to you,
You should realise,
It hurts, as I cut you in.