I let myself

into the tide of you guys

Applause are so inconsistent

You guys do not seem to know at all

Hanging bare light bulb of life Feel the end

An open suicide stuffed in the bag, pulled up on the stage

The worn-out voice are stepped on like a dead leaf

The way that the numbers of numbers of rusty safety pins shows

A cross under the sky of sorrow

Human beings who forgot to forgive, laugh yourself

The sky of sorrow

The sky of sorrow

Dead singing voice, Laughing dead body, Dead next year