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(Sleep, sleep. For a while, you might have a chance to rest.)
Some of us are afflicted, but nobody knows why.
We're just all lost, persecuted by chaos and misery,
and we're just getting more and more *** up.
Straight from the dark side of Västerås, I stretch out my lifetime and delaying it.
But I've lived on borrowed time for many years now,
and I hear the bell tolls.
So now I'm wondering if it's finally the tranquility and the eternal silence that's awaiting.
In this dystopic mist, in the town where the blood flows.
In Wester Aros, where some of us just shoots up and fades away.
In Västerås, where darkness always wins. In this town of dirt, fornication, anxiety and insanity
(Sleep, sleep. For a while, you might have a chance to rest.)
I was born here about 30 years ago, and I've just been a big annoyance since then.
The place where people stab each other in the back and eats Rohypnol to lose their memory.
The place where you eat Zyprexa and Haldol to restrain your rage,
and Leponex makes people shut themselves in in their inside.
The place where alcohol and Xanax highlights your insanity.
In the shadows where falseness always wins,
where loyalty disappears.
In this dystopic mist, in the town where the blood flows.
In Wester Aros, where some of us just shoots up and fades away.
In Västerås, where darkness always wins. In this town of dirt, fornication, anxiety and insanity.
I was born here about 30 years ago,
and I've just been a big annoyance since then.
(Sleep, sleep. For a while, you might have a chance to rest. Brother, sleep. Get some time away from here.)