作曲:T.Gronsdahl,Y.Kypriotis
作词:T.Gronsdahl
those things we say and can't
and i am swallowing too much sea water
and will surely die if not by drowning then
miss the same that threatens to kill me
and i am the second of three of the second last the six
the tenth of twelve
hungry kids smells always sucking
minds always yearning
we task
no matter how monday or otherwise mindless or boring
feels surely i should not be sitting on my hands idle
the silent will be met with increasing violence
and then just silence