Howling at the full moon
Fight against the protests
We have no function to cry
So when was the day that we lost our souls
Forgot about myself, forgot about instinct
Artificial land scapes and living aspetic
We just stared at the full broken skies
On and on and we're rusting
But we will not stop breathing in the air
Hello, howling at the full moon
Fight against the protests
We have no function to try
Dreaming inside of the dream
Burning like a bug in a flame
Give us the reason to be here
To be here