Mattressed walls, no one hears my screams,
I sit as if on pins and needles, moving among corpses.
I am ruled, I am ruled but who here ¥ller the control?
Follows the manual, plays the part.
I am a half painted picture, nothing of me is complete.
Has stolen everything around me and denies blindly.
I've been running all my life without getting there.
My conscience, it's completely black.
The expectations are zero and the performance is zero,
I fixed these pills to get in shape.
I'm sued in minor.
Fill me up, I want to move home,
Sedated and drugged only back again.
Saw the lanterns and then it dissolved cold,
On a pale face In chaos.
For I am a guitar that has lost its tone,< br/>This world made me fall.
I could hear them whispering my name,
As I crawled through the back streets.
They saw ng a melancholic song,
But I've always loved doomsday prose.
And I've always been tuned in A minor.
Before I've broken all the lights that were on ¥ me,
Has locked all the doors and kicked them open again.
I heard the words as they left my mouth,
That lay the fat sounded so damn thin.
I promise, I will never do it again,
Next time will be the last time until I do it again.
In a fog of lies it felt quite healthy,
Then the floor came against me and the world spun around.
And in the skull echoed a sad song,
They sang something about letting go and starting over,
And something about being tuned in A minor.
I remember when it burned ,
It wasn't what I promised when we met.
I remember how you walked up Sankt Pauls:gatan,
Through the houses, through the fog when the paper was glossy.
An autumn evening on Södermalm...