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)