Det här är alltså vad som händer med ett bananskal
som man stoppat in i en Pringlesburk och låtat ligga
i tre månader. Detta upptäckte jag när jag tömde ur
mitt nattygsbord förut. Det luktade skog om skiten.

My days are grey like dead snow A fire's burning in my soul Why should I kneel lying in pain My death is real this day In solitude I could not tell Just my deepest sorrow All time thats left is freezing in me I'm waiting for tomorrow The fire in my mourning soul Burns all my feelings to the ground And all my hope has gone away I simply will decay Of fallen mind I ran away Decay lies behind me On desert plains where I can see The northern light it blinds me No strength or hope tobreak the spell This curse that ties me down My mortal life runs out of me I'm dying on my own The fire in my mourning soul Burns all my feelings to the ground And all my hope has gone away I simply will decay