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Spegeldans genom imma och händer
My mirror, my sheet of paper
Steaming water in metal veins
Couldn’t bring myself to hate her
I’m dead, locked down in chains
Birds on the horizon, feeding
Slit my throat, collect the buck
Kick my throat till' I stop breathing
Who could have known I’m shit out of luck
There will be no parade
No hypocritical wake
Let’s delete this awful charade
Toss me on the icy lake
And come spring
There will be nothing to find
No worries I won’t feel a thing
Hope my death brings you peace of mind
David (c) 15:00
Steaming water in metal veins
Couldn’t bring myself to hate her
I’m dead, locked down in chains
Birds on the horizon, feeding
Slit my throat, collect the buck
Kick my throat till' I stop breathing
Who could have known I’m shit out of luck
There will be no parade
No hypocritical wake
Let’s delete this awful charade
Toss me on the icy lake
And come spring
There will be nothing to find
No worries I won’t feel a thing
Hope my death brings you peace of mind
Annons