作曲 : Martyn Bates/Peter Becker
tangible...notions of certain direction
nestle in a rose petal of affection...
hard, in inflexible stiff lines of reason...
all bound, shrewd with self-defence...
shot thru with poison...noxious resentments,
rife with maleviolence...smashing the possible,
trampling on innocence...to strangle, scratch,
suffocate, strain; disconnect...poignant;
to anticipate bursting of strained floodgates...