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Violence
Text: Carl-Fredrik Jensen Musik: Carl-Fredrik Jensen
I`m so burned and tired. Somebody thought they had to beat up
my beliefs in failiures, as an ageing silence comes crashing
down my wall I save my self from rageing, cause everybody likes
to torn their face away. I turn my head, where`s my violence?
fetch me something bad, like everybody. Do something silent and
wish your self a lady that hides in everything that`s bad, then
tells you she`s sad.
Mustard-like indulgence can describe this lack of rage I`m feeling
and so I guess it`s gone. Greetings freaky Rylons, hallo
I`m here to stay, now CLEAR MY WAY. Faceing ET:s with bad attidudes
and selfish minds. I turn my head, where`s my violence? fetch
me something bad, like everybody. Do something silent and wish
your self a lady that hides in everything that`s bad,
Silence makes me violent maybe, don`t take my "can-be"
indulgence trash me. Take my weak abilitys and flush èm
down the drains of anger, you will I know you, you will.
My violence will, my violence will, my violence will, my violence
will be still. |
