Lyric

Swaying on a train, just like every day

Crowds pressin’ in, takin’ breath away

But something feels different… I can’t explain

Sense the danger, get off halfway

Unknown station, I rush that way

And what I found there was…

No way… this can’t be…

Toy in red gun, then boo woman tail

Don't call more ein ten nine

Mad dar this car

Wan't call mow dead chart won this k don

All the toilets at the station are occupied

None of them are open

Are they open yet?

I really need to poop

Soon me mat Saen, Mad dar this car

Dead chai in so this

Lines of silence, pressure in the air

Everyone’s carrying the same despair

Eyes look away, just waiting their turn

Feet start tapping, heartbeat racing fast

Only the ticking clock seems to last

Doors that open… get taken first

Why… why me…

Toy in red gun, then boo woman tail

Don't call more ein ten nine

Mad dar this car

Wan't call mow dead chart in master k don

All the toilets at the station are occupied

None are open

Anyway, are they open yet?

I already pooped, though

Hear the water somewhere far away

Is it the end… or just a delay?

Beyond the door, another world

That sound feels closer…

Like it’s coming from me

Toy in red were, then boo woman ten eatter

So city dow were gat un eatter

Mow, all were lee master k don

Wan't call Nalaar call core need early mouse

Don’t need it anymore

Doors open one by one

Like nothing ever happened…

Mow, wan't call, dead chart in master color

Wan't call, dead chart in master color…