What if we were a legion
In an apartment house block
Some kind of semi-Rome, but piss in the snorkel
We'd come up with a mutual agenda
Words as weapons, fighting with sentences
If we could abandon, but not give up
Be those good guys who get drunk on power
Give away everything except the clothes we're wearing
Abundance of food, roll up the cliff
A terrible crisis, one stomach roll
I'm sobbing, hunched here on an Artek stool
I have a videophone and hundred euro flights
But I'm scared of these human beings
What if we were a beta cuck fight club
Could we get some self-esteem?
Could we find our places in the world
Could we make ourselves great again?
I can't adapt, it's weird, something's missing, my grip is slipping
Without claws you can't get a hold
Delicate, insecure, lonely
The only thing that unites is the feeling that there's no us
Claws claws, claws claws, claws claws
A weak finds a culprit in another weak one
No poor knights1 to the Round Table
Who has taken the manhood from the anonyms now
Not knowing what to do and the tubes are clogged
There's no room for us in the survival area
I, I, I ruin the climate for everyone else
There is no left-right-horizon
Only the disappointed, who want a renovation
I have love, but no means to express it
Fazer's Blue2 for feminists
The silence of potential and potency
Feeding Pfizer's blue to the subject
It's already autumn
I can't handle the salmiakki they sell at the fair
Kick the last street lamps dark
Finish the roleplay you started
I can't adapt, it's weird, something's missing, my grip is slipping
Without claws you can't get a hold
Delicate, insecure, lonely
The only thing that unites is the feeling that there's no us
Claws claws, claws claws, claws claws
Without claws you can't get a hold
Claws claws, claws claws, claws claws
Well, it will turn out for the better, they told us
But life wasn't quite like a piece of Kake Randelin3
But we can't just dig ourselves into a bunker to stay with our own thoughts
And imagine what I could be doing then
If everything was different
I can't adapt, it's weird, something's missing, my grip is slipping
Without claws you can't get a hold
Delicate, insecure, lonely
The only thing that unites is the feeling that there's no us
Claws claws, claws claws, claws claws
Without claws you can't get a hold
Claws claws, claws claws, claws claws
There's no us
1. 'poor knights' means French toast in Finnish2. Fazer's Blue is a Finnish chocolate3. Kake Randelin is a Finnish singer