I'm bringing down fanatic warfare on you
Encouragement grows with you telling me not to
Grow so tired in this spot of my own
But all my thoughts have been sacrificed
For the sake of it
For the hell of it
For one taste of your wordless fear

Mark my words: You're payi

The Boy:
"So girl, why? Why the long and tired face?
All work and haste? Yeah - life has a sour taste!"

The Girl:
"We're three floors up with the living rooms flickering light, and it is night for real, it's surreal
I've got no signs of sleep and yet the clock is showing 3

It was a gateway to a place I can't remember
And in my searching mind, the time had come to seek the soul
I´d known it before, a face so warm and tender
The face of a tidal wave, sleeping deep down in that hole
And I knew... That splendid core
It was marked by steamy imprints

In an infinite universe
My first breath seems very close to my last
On the other hand:
Nothing has a beginning
Nothing has an end
In this infinite universe
Her breath felt so warm in the pouring rain
In the night we spoke
Of the cold and vast darkness
Abigail

afternoon conversation
coffee black, a cigarette I smoke
we talk the day away
And a light like a silhouette,
the smoke that dance to irritate my eyes
so I laugh and say;
"is this not a perfect day?"

we could be lovers, you and I

Go, my girl, and realize
no

Laugh, cry, smile, lie
It´s like a tiebreak, in a sense we´re fools
Sit, jump, walk, talk
Around the room they all have thoughts
You, I, them, us
Cross the line, be quiet or die
Eat, sleep, smoke, drink
More, more, give me more (there must be something more...)

I was alone and it was night
I had nobody else to turn to
But the voices talking to me from afar
And with endearing words so silent
They told me the secret about who you really are
A million images and words, long since forgotten,
Of events that no one ever saw
I hear

[Instrumental]

Rain is pouring down from the purple haze
And I'm stuck in the Overlook hotel maze
Jack is closing in with his axe raised high
But the twins scare me more though, I can't lie

Can you catch me when I fall my love.
In this dance of lust I must know who I can trust.
But must we use these ancient word to describe something(As ung bresks as oth eyes up)?
In this song that you may sing,
you will forget something,
tied to an old remark,
someone said

Brother, oh brother
Go where the flow feels right, you said
Where the tide rise high and darkness fills the night
Fly into the heavenly/stolen sky
Then when they'll take you down
Take them down with you
Into the suburban nightmare
Down the catacombs of your mind

Setting out with a scythe to calm their hybris
All their stupid hopes will wither
I shall wake them from this dream
Oh, their murmuring tongues I will slither
And the world shall tremble at my feet

Oh their laughter
As my nervous grin was smacked from face
I thought

And so you come to serve me now in the concorde of your arms
I may rest for a while
May the past be a hazy shadow
Cause you may think it's done with you
I can't believe those grey eyes could ever be so blue
Turn the past to a hazy shadow
From where we exit our comfort zon

I could see you dance in the middle of the road to my heart
Your body moving - a reflection of your soul

I was alone, I was tired of this place, of this life
And there you were, like a remedy for my pain

You´re so alone
Heart of stone, they said
They couldn´t be more

I can feel the hate mixed perfectly with love in my spine
Because deep down inside I know she's not mine
There's a law to this call
I'm physically stronger than her so my will is her command
I'm physically stronger than her so let free will be her fall

I'm her father, mothe

Brewing my potions, it all boils down to this:
What's wrong with me and why do I feel this way?
I would really like to be the source of someone's misery
I would really like to be everything for someone …just like you
I Thought I was the classic definition of a lone wolf
It is

"Och ingen dör någon gång", sjöng solen I sin sång
Som ett foto av ett lyckligt slut som rör mig
Står du I all din glans, mot en fönsterkarm någonstans
Jag ser dig från en plats du ej kan se
En sista vers för någon, femton timmar lång
Men inom ramen av den sorliga sång som st

Sailor on the seven seas
His heart is filled with sadness and grief
No one knows what hides inside
Behind his harrowed face

A short gaze at the sky
"A distant place is the place for me
Mother! Why didn't you give me wings?"

The wind is so hard
And with it come