It's my turn soon, hope you're waiting at the gate
to your home paradise heaven
hell is here hope you're doing well there
it's a deep wound and the grief cuts and cuts
It's my turn soon, hope you're waiting at the gate to
your home paradise heaven
hell is here hope you're doing well there
it's a deep wound and the grief cuts and cuts
No fuss just took it easy, smoked brass
no stress was in the brain of Nicklas,
he started producing fat songs ranging from ???
swingmode to strings
so innocent ey he had no enemies
and he met us all with a big goddamn smile
i remember his dark voice when i seek solace
t who disappeared 97 years ,before fall
god wanted to take revenge so he called out he.
The first of May I said burned my hand.
Now you are in a better land, the meadows of heaven
while we remove this pain with slings ,
your life was taken but I feel your soul swimming inside me like a calm seal
Soon my turn I hope you wait at the gate of your home paradise heaven
drows away the sorrow with berries
and write a new verse but it doesn't help so give me a fat fucking knatch.
Because this pain is always there.
We've lost too many through these days.
Some find comfort in your mother or father
but if you don't have one how are you supposed to understand
that a person who dies doesn't come back,
it cuts like glass every day feels like a crack no base.
Flowers and black suits a casket a church
"ey shut up ken i'm breaking down"
.I have to do this for everyone up there a true story for you smoke the zut.
We miss you all of you who died in this world
while you have god and we stand on the sword
this goes out to all who miss someone.
They stand at the gate. "believe me I know them
I want to dedicate the last moment to mother
and everyone else who couldn't stay
you are in my hood joy and pain
and your memories remain in my heart
life is short and death comes as a shock
He who controls is satan in a black coat.
Don't look down into the hell in the earth a devil is building who increases all the murders.< br/>Nobody wants help, but people say it every day and think
"Hey, soon it will be me"
But Sweden's streets shouldn't be dangerous
But then why have I been to funerals< br/>left a rose
and drowned myself in booze
everything from spirits and wine mixed with juice
man is drunk and looks up at the sky
"damn how I miss you we visible at the gate"

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