Žodžiai dainai: Fc Five. Ash.

I am likely to be hanged, to be oppressed, to be charged.
Time to fight back with the fist in the sky?
I don't know about things like that.
I give up, I don't care.
All that is left is a new road.

Let's start a ritual of rebirth.
Burn up! Burn up!
Everything to ash and born again. I'll born again.

As we hope, our hope escapes.
Useless things come our way.
Whose fault? Not our concern.
Whatever will be will be.
We give up, we don't care.
All that is left is a new road.

Light my fire now.

Burn me till nothing's left.
Burn me alive.
Burn me with my regrets.
Burn out, burn out