Cup (杯子) - F

Cup (杯子) - F.O.M. the Band

The cup over runs with useless things

They are used anyway

What is this thing

It hasn't built

Now it starts

Starts to tilts

Nothing was stand against my gun

Nature echoes is nape

Nothing compares to my gun

He puts on powders to shame

You can trust my gun

He will forever be the same

We condemned to cold and trembling

Many useless things

Is that too odorless

See them crashing

See them crashing down

Nothing was stand against my gun

Nature echoes is nape

Nothing compares to my gun

He puts on powders to shame

You can trust my gun

He will forever be the same

The cup over runs with useless things

They are used anyway

What is this things

It hasn't built

Now it starts

Starts to tilts

Nothing was stand against my gun

Nature echoes is nape

Nothing compares to my gun

He puts on powders to shame

You can trust my gun

He will forever be the same

Nothing was stand against my gun

Nature echoes is nape

Nothing compares to my gun

He puts on powders to shame

You can trust my gun

He will forever be the same