En Sång Om Dig [English translation]

I’m holding a gun against your head

Embarrassing and pathetic you’re whining after your mom

I’m not your mom?

Your mom isn’t here, I took her away from you

You should’ve seen her despairing eyes

You couldn’t find your place in this world

Your escape was to something that others

Would see as obscure, strange, dark, dangerous.. ‘cause it’s so nice with

Anxiety?

You turned your old, dirty self your back

To be able to raise yourself above the masses

You turned to the extreme

You were finally accepted

Now you were suddenly deep and peculiar

But when death finally knocks on your door

You realize that you’re still the same person you’ve always been