Paroles:
Dir En Grey Red Soil

Pressing the megaphone against the apostles open ear Darkness and onanists are in attendance I press a gun against the spectators' temples now And my

humps in the sheep yard What color of skin gathers behind comfort and eats? The earth sucks the life out and turns itself into red soil A piece of

. Find and I you dear sometime... The life flows red into our Venen, I serve dir's on a golden tray. You get me from the grey valley of the tears, All

. Find and I you dear sometime... The life flows red into our Venen, I serve dir's on a golden tray. You get me from the grey valley of the tears, All