No matter where, they're all around
Crushing the rock, screeching metal
A drip of these annoying sounds
May blow you up, feeling you might hit the wall

And when the world begins to break
All the noises you'd have rejected
Caught into this wide mosaic
Will be the parts of my music

Dissonances drilling your head
But if you take the time to train
All the confusion that's been made
Would be the tool for this song of the sirens

And when the world begins to break
All the noises you'd have rejected
Caught into this wide mosaic
Will be the parts of this music I create

And when the world begins to break
All the noises you'd have rejected
Caught into this wide mosaic
Will be the parts of my music