Текст песни Yakuza, No. 1 - DY-66

It's gonna burn everything you want
It's gonna burn everything you need
It's gonna burn everything you want
It's gonna burn everything you need

You know I'm dead now in someone's bedroom
And gaudy great drum revives its drawn red blooms
Attached to balloons my soul has to go off
In somber cartoons I saw short recap of my life being
The prison of five feelings
Up to reason
Hard quivering I seemed to be stirred by burning black cord
In the late morning's delivery

It's gonna burn everything you want
It's gonna burn everything you need

I'm smashed in time
In Time's delivery service of my ashes
I've spent entire life to wrap myself in parcel
Anxious eyes, I lied into, cries
Tears drip onto the Christ's face at icon
I ought to rise up like him!
It's enough of Chopin, free and expensive champagne
My funeral campaign
Is much more pompous and depressing I have ever planned
I conceived that was an end and this is a fate of a gang
No, that was the final of a man who didn't quit while one was ahead

It's gonna burn everything you want
It's gonna burn everything you need
It's gonna burn everything you want
It's gonna burn everything you need
It's gonna burn everything you want
It's gonna burn everything you need