Actaea

Guys, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. This shouldn't be considered an official Kittypink policy!

Slowly, the rockets drift away,
You won't be meeting them again.
And although Arcondia is a bit of a pity,
Ventorum has everything ahead.

Like a tablecloth, like a tablecloth,
Yellow smoke spreads,
And fills
My gas mask.
Everyone, everyone
Believes in the best.
It falls, it falls,
A nuclear bomb.

Maybe we offended Quazard for no reason,
Dropping a lot of megatons,
And also, the earth melts beautifully,
Where Shailion once lay.

Like a tablecloth, like a tablecloth,
Yellow smoke spreads,
And fills
My gas mask.
Everyone, everyone
Believes in the best.
It falls, it falls,
A nuclear bomb.

A nuclear bomb flies, sways.
A glow rises over Agar.
The Champignon uranium is running out,
But plutonium won't let us down!

Like a tablecloth, like a tablecloth,
Yellow smoke spreads,
And fills
My gas mask.
Everyone, everyone
Believes in the best.
It falls, it falls,
A nuclear bomb.