You may not, keep the distance between
All of those sons of bitch and you
One love, one love is all
It's quite an Utopia
Hiding behind an alarm that rings in minds

You may not
Look for the rests, be the best without a reward
Everybody 'll think you're (a) fucker who's waiting

You are really an innocent
You'll manage to cross the storm

It rings the bell
You'll feel the next invasion
They'll taste the flavour of abortion

It rings the bell
Look straight to the sun
Until they die