Humanitarianism -

Winding is this road of yours

(Walk on your own)

Confident of early scores

(They will be gone)

Waiting is my favourite bore

(Maybe you’ll see)

Thwarted love will hurt me more

(Reconcile me)

A million of worse things

Worse than kissing you

An angel with black wings

Will finally prove

That this is love

You predict a common end

(Fresh out of lies)

Kiss me make my backbone bend

(Sweet as your cries, sweet as your cries)

Spread your wings and make a turn

(Make them all see, make them all see)

Let me feel that angry burn

(In love with me, in love with me)

A million of worse things

Worse than kissing you

An angel with black wings

Will finally prove

That this is love

A million of worse things

Worse than kissing you

An angel with black wings

Will finally prove

Love, it’s love

That this is love

In love with me

In love with me

That this is love

Love, love

Love, love, love

That this is love