Oh, karma cuts through if you

treat it like a back-seat lover

It's always been true that good and bad hate each other

But they're tied like two parallel lines

Intertwined like day and night

Does the rain fall 'cause the

thunder is scared of the summer?

And the nighttime of the sunrise?

'Cause the white lies, they can't hide

Does the wind blow open windows

showing last hopes of a lost soul?

And it's karma with its laughter, what's the answer?

Comе on, answer

It's all tied like two parallеl lines

Intertwined like day and night (Oh-oh)

It's all tied like two parallel lines

Intertwined like day and night (Oh-oh)