Happy days

Blod faller... Fysisk henger... Folk Dřende... Den Rettferdig holder repeterende... Denne er pĺ min alder verden... Og denne er rettferdig det begynne... Av hva jeg vil alltid stemning... Lidelse og...

Withered weed in a base Old wooden table Remembers The days of fame Cold is the way Paying with pain Like thousands Of useless coins That rings in my pocket Morning rises And i dream to have ability...

I hate my father for what he did to her that night I hate my mother for what she let out of her body I hate them for what they created I hate life, you hate life You hate being here, you hate being...

Drepe meg. Drepe meg nĺ. Slit meg halsbetennelse. Kutt meg wrist. Hang meg.... Putte meg inne meg sted..... JEG kan ikke ta denne Lidelse mere.... Det flere og flere jeg bo.... Det verre jeg bli.......

Alle er kunstig.... Ikke noe er noen gang bestemt.... Og det flere vi tenke over den.... det flere spřrsmĺl er tanken om.... Lykken ikke vare.... Dĺrlig saker ville alltid triumf.... negativismen.......

My tears... That flow through my face My scars... That bleed endlessly... Down my skin... Infected... By the compost heat... Called life... Remembering.. All those.. Times where things seems OK.....

So close your eyes And touch the odium In deep sea skies The searing odium Meshworks crawl To feed the odium A screw inside... Indifferent eyes, a milky window pane A distant movie worn and strung...

Each day passes by slower and slower.. Rotting little by little... Agony and suffering is all i know... Am i meant to commit suicide? The more and more i realize.... In the end nothing really...

Nok en gang...eg Bo... Og det lider gĺr opp pĺ... Tid stĺr fremdeles stund jeg innlegge gulvet... Med selvmord innfall inne meg leder... JEG hat denne sted... Det Solskinn utstrĺler det brannsĺr dyp...