Merciless Cult by The Diplomats
The pessimistic you The merciless you
And the self loving you, What are you looking at?
With comparing and getting things in proportions
You scream out mad
You wanted this ending to happen
You must be a romanticist
But I just remembered that there is no love here
Over and over somewhere begins to break
Please love me, this blood and the meaning
Please love me, this day and this value.