The cities are flooding
and children are screaming,
all houses are burning
and my world is ending.

Why are your birds singing?
Why are your trees dancing?
Why are your kids dreaming?
Why is your world smiling?

I don't understand why
my world feels like a lie.
I try to reach the sky
then fall down and then die.

My world is ending.
Why are you smiling?
My world is ending.
Why are you smiling?