It was born in the dark age.
A little piece of broken heart.
A feeling which never ends.
A draw in the spirit’s land.
A tempest rain under the mask.
How I look, how you laugh,
how I scream, how you call.

We are all passing the torch,
and she runs out of our minds.
The negative wave.

How I look, how you laugh,
How I scream, how you call,
We all passing the torch,
And she runs out of our minds :
The negative wave.
The negative wave.
The negative wave.
The negative wave.

We all passing the torch,
And she runs out of our minds :
The negative wave.
The negative wave.
The negative wave.
The negative wave.