With the blue snake through town,
Through people swarming around In thousands.
One more day, would rather have stayed,
One more day of so little me.
Live up to other people's demands and not mine.
An hour to nothing again,
I have Garboshock in my headphones on the way home.
So tired of the emptiness, so tired of Hagsätra's platform.
Because sometimes I just want to blow up all the concrete,
Smash the whole town to the tunes of Blue & Gold.< br/>Although sometimes I want to lock myself in for a year,
But I need that pulse, feel how it beats.
Like salt in my wounds.
Does the brain close when the doors close,
is a chord in a song that lacks a chorus.
And I see the same streets every day,
The faces that I recognize but I,
Never heard a word, just blank stares, no talk.
And it e dark under the eyes In the mirror.
Staring out the window all the way,
Like a ship with torn sails.
Because sometimes I just want to explode all concrete,
Slapping the whole town to the tunes of Blue & Gold.
Although sometimes I want to lock myself in now,
But I need that pulse, feel how it beats.
Like salt in my wounds.
But I live and learn,
It is is the same for most of them here,
Where the faces are colored by neon,
And every friendly smile is like a taunt.
You grow up and you fall in,
You become everything you were never meant to be.
Because sometimes I just want to blow up all the concrete,
Strike sins the whole town to the tunes of Blue & Gold.
Although sometimes I want to lock myself in now,
But I need that pulse, que See how it beats.
Like salt in my wounds.

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