Trying to escape the river flow.
(It) becomes bigger (and) it’s going faster.
I can't see the color of their eyes,
and I can't find anything behind
(Its) FURY IS BLIND.
The train KEEPS ON ROLLING.
Will the rage on my mind,
allow me to stop it ?
Rolling, following, the train keeps on falling.
No questioning, no more feeling ?
You're breathing under a smoking shelter.
Let me shout out these lines through the control tower.
FURY of my mind.
Against the train, I keep MY STAND.
Will the rage on my mind allow me to stop it ?
Will the rage on my mind allow me to save myself ?
(The) rain is trying to wash me off and bring me to the flow.
But I'm not this fucking MAN who keeps his head UNDER THE SAND.
LEARNING. LESSONS. RAGGING. BOILING.
I aspired to be this man who CONSTANLY, FURIOUSLY, DEEPLY
shares his love for this culture 'TIL THE END ...
Yeah, this rage on my mind will allow me to stop it.
Don't try to take me with you, RIVER.
'cause I'm not a simple passenger.