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En låt om gångna tider, en låt om nutid, en låt om framtid. En låt om livsöden.
Dead Fish
I'm stirring up a storm
Letting the rain cleanse me through and through
Lives will end, from the hurricane that is you
Your lucid kiss could drive a mad man sane
Bolts of lightening keep striking my path
Beautiful lights reflected in selfish tears
Your blue eyes show a man all his fears
Humiliated, hurt and laughed at
And still he keeps crawling back to you inside his mind
You couldn't stand to watch the water of eyes
Without mimicing every single detail
Only dead fish goes down stream
But what if that is what they wish
I couldn't really stop my own creation
From becoming an uncontrollable force of nature
So here my mind is slit wristless again
Because of the nature of the kind of men
Polygamous fucking whore let me be the fuck alone
Said the man with the heart of stone
So she smashed it and left a note
"Sorry for the mess, let me pay you with my sweet caress"
He swallowed her bait and went upstream
Only to realize the saying once again
Only dead fish goes down stream
But what if that is what they wish
She put herself in a glass prison
Her naked skin, visible to the naked eye
He's watching as she touches her lips
Thinking of his eager fingertips
As she moans and throws her head back again
She will be thinking of what happened back then
As she listens to someones breathing at night
She will be asking to turn of the light
So that she can not see, that man isn't me
So that she can not see, that man isn't me
I know I got lost in your labyrinth
But you were as lost as me
You know you hurt me to my very core
You know you lost your only chance
To enter the lit stage and for once, only once
Dance.
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