Ocean Currents - Trenches

While, we cried*

I hold the trash,

I felt the jury,

As I run away

While, we cried,

I hose a film,

I hold the low rank,

still I run away,

FIRE, FIRE (There is no)

FIRE, FIRE (There is no)

Carry, Me down, They survive

Carry, Me down, They survive

Carry, Me down, They survive

Carry, Me down, They survive