funny how you believe Burn me wicked Help me see And as the road slows down Very deep in the night To my room of darkness This time - your might Burn me wicked Help me
To William, (Pelle & Bertram). Translated postcard. Written in Como - Italy March 2005] Hey I felt I really touched you And in ways also new to me
With this hand I thee wed Tie the string without ring Force me to, make me mad Obey me, I'm your dad Braver girl never seen Cutest thing answer me Your
s all good Split decisions are of old And so are you, but I'm not counting Hate me, easy Life is hell Learning to see Can no longer feel Feel Electric frames are burning
s funny how you believe Burn me wicked Help me see And as the road slows down Very deep in the night To my room of darkness This time - your might Burn me wicked Help me
: Nightmare, feeling the weight I'm a sinner - guilty Power, power to stop me from trying - living There is light but it's not for me I am my own god
We see it every day Could call it by name We hide in basements We wonder why As ever hidden Painfulness The talk of others We never cared Just get me
: I tortured Another buck I threw it in The machine, but it won't pay me back I laugh at you and what you feel You knocked me over, kept it real My
: Another child Fell to earth from guilt and lies Didn't have no sense in life His time is wasted In came the widow black It was a foul attack A letter
: Din mor hun stod pa flisen Din far var en si Du voksed' op med klo og t?sk Af t?nder har du ti Du har altid v?ret en taber Du tager din egen vej Af
: Just once... never saw this clear before You had your way with time and with a laughter for a smile The things I could forgive, were passed by lightyears
hang myself today Higher Hang myself higher Free from this world The rope starts to burn A desolate cry Licking my hand Can't you see, all of me Don