The devil’s gallstones are always in reach

Plant peachstones in people carefree

He’ll come after them and come after you

I hope he won’t come after me.

Our heroes and saviors all carry the death

But they don’t know what it means

And cries fill the sky as they fire

Into a civilian pinball machine.

Hello to goodbye and never again

Polluted with smoggy red tears

It’s raining devil’s bloody gallstones

And the sea swims with mother’s fears.