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Buried in the darkness,
Beyond cure.
My heart demolished,
Shattered,
Broken,
Irreparable.

Emotions,
Sadness,
Joy,
Anger,
Love.
All gone.

What is left is just anxiety,
Covered whit agony.

Depression so deep,
Has taken control over me.
For me there is just
Pain and misery.

Why, Oh why?
What did I do to deserve,
to be treated so badly?
Why do you hate me?

You act cold as ice,
Your gaze pierces like a knife.
Your words hurt me more,
than anything I have heard before.

No one has the same effect on me.
Yet you are the only who so despises me.

You told me I was worth of nothing,
unless I was with you.
You told me all I did was wrong,
so I ought to obey you.

The only way to be happy,
was to serve you,
to be used by you.

You told me you loved me,
and I believed you.

You raped my mind,
you smashed my feelings.
You made me do things I shouldnÂ’t have done.
You made me scared and depressed.
You pluged a knife in my soul.

Now you ask for forgivness,
you say you'll repay everything.

Can you undo all the pain you have caused?
Can you return emotions I have waisted?
Can you return every tear I have wept?

I am withering to death.

As long as you are fine,
It doesn't matter.

As long as you are being loved,
I don't care if it isn't me.

If he can make you happy,
He can have you.

Even though it hurts,
I don't mind.

Even though my soul cries,
I'm all right.

But seeing you with him,
makes my heart bleed.

I can't stop bleeding.

Her life was all about school
I think she was quite a fool
I wonder why she worries:
Summer is not for studies
But this thing I know:
Wrong boy
wrong girl
Such is live
Let's end it now

Can you see the fire in my eyes
can you see it burns?
It burns so much
that I can't see your love.
But still I have to continue my life
without seeing your love
becouse that's the destiny
what God made for me
and I have to live with it.
We all have our own destinys
and we shall follow them.

Tystnad
Tunnel, avfart
När taxametern slagits på
försvinner allt i regnet
utan spår
& som en viskning
ser Vi syner nu igen
Det här är nåt
som inte ens har hänt…

Tystnad
En rökfri viskning
Det är exakt vad Vi vill ha
det luftkonditionerade ljudet
av fart
Du är värd att dö för
Ni kan skratta om Ni vill
Håna oss Vi rör oss Ni står still…

Lyssnar
stel & fastspänd
& när paniken bryter ut
ler Du svagt
och viskar till Mig Du
är värd att dö för
Men mot gummi, glas & metall
betyder ett mirakel inget allsÂ…

Stuck in the shadow
But it feels so right
lost in the land of always where I'm not mine
I write it all down
No lonely letters
just all together to make me feel a bit better

I'm falling down into core of the world
where I get the chance to survive
I turn this chaotic reality of mine
Something so beautiful and divine

Halo, say hello to me
My guide in the dark
the only one who understands me completely
Waiting for hours
you to come again
to paint my nightmares into innocent dreams

I'm falling down into core of the world
where I get the chance to survive
I turn this chaotic reality of mine
Something so beautiful and divine

I thought I need to scream out loud
to make myself more conceivable
but deep inside myself, where I hide
I can be unbeatable though I don't have to

I'm falling down into core of the world
where I get the chance to survive
I turn this chaotic reality of mine
Something so beautiful and divine

Do you know how hard hits death of your friend?
Do you know how dark its before death?
Do you know how sad it is to your friends if you kill your self?
Do you know how painful is to wait for death in batlefield?
Do you know when death comes?
Do you know how lonely its before death?
Do you know when you die?

suonissani tunnen
menneiden uudestaantulevien
haamujen muutoksen
verekseni
osaksi minua tuskaksi
kiertää itsessäni kun
itse kierrätän itsessäni
demonisia mielikuvia
välähdys
paikoillaan seisova näky kiertää kun
suoneni veri viiltää
viiltää
viiltää
niinkuin veitsetkin pilkkovat
ne minut niin
silloin vuodan kuiviin
ja milloin verisuonet kuivuisivatkaan
en tajua

This time
it is the severed child holding the knife
a paragon of vengeance
fingers curled around the hilt
eyes cold with selfassurance
Feel;
the chilled blade is soothing to touch
sharpened with care
to bite through skin flesh and bone
deep into the darkness behind the eyes
we call soul and spirit
This time
there will be no holding back
no hypocritical mercy