| Song | Fighter |
| Artist | Hundreds |
| Album | Under The Icicles |
| This is such a waste of time. | |
| Well, I am such a waste of time. | |
| The moment I raised my head, | |
| you started to forget. | |
| As the gentle guilt left me bare, | |
| you've taken the crown, left me in despair, | |
| I sang out for you, emptied my heart. | |
| I let you down. | |
| My fighter, my guard... | |
| Every difference I put in your hands, | |
| we never left, always been around. | |
| Then you brought up your mighty son, | |
| and i fell apart, I'll never understand. | |
| My fighter my guard... |