let me be your nightmare

Alantuya sings her song

She has only one hit chart

“Let me be your nightmare”

The DJ spins in the airwaves

The web of claws

Catching the culprits

Slowly her song will sink in

The bad hats will pay

“Though I am dead and gone

Into pieces I was bombed

Into the woods where I perished

I tell you God will make you pay”

The primary players try to hide

The truth from the public ears

By spinning tales of “I don't know”

The law will let them go

“You can walk free

Today or tomorrow you will say

There is nothing to discriminate me

I keep my tracks I wash off the evidence

So you will think today

No evidence to say

But I tell you

“Crimes don't pay”

Now the players getting the heat

The heat waves hitting them in the heads

They don't know what to say

The ground is broken the holes of pulling hands