girdžiu riksmus, pagalbos šauksmus, bet nieko nejaučiu aš beširdis bėgu kuo greičiau, kai garsai nublanksta, sustoju sekundei, kai saulė degina mano odą, atsigręžiu, bet iki vėlumos mano mintys nuolat dalijasi žaidimų aikštelė geriems ir blogiams
i hear the screams the cries for help but i feel nothing i am heartless running away as fast as i can as the sounds become faint i stop for one second as the sun burns my skin i turn around but to late my thoughts are constantly divided a playground for good and bad