Words/Music:マル The perverse, you are our brothers, let's create only our world I can't wait the time which the sense of value and no one can know Get rid of too noisy insects which flit around our resolution Both they and we are the same livings They must not have the right to stop us It is we that decide our future We never care a damn about common sense I break the wall And you run on your best So we'll get rights to pass the gate of success Our brain and body will be decaying in this world of rule someone create We don't dance to anyone's true So we are heretics It is we that decide our future We never care a damn about common sense Let's create！