Buy me a ticket home
I have fuck-all money
Buy me a house on a farm
And we will dance
When it gets dark
Make me big and break me down
Make me big and break me down
It's a horrible cycle
And the devil rolls around down below
Look pretty
Because the past will always catch up with us
Care-freely uniform
In our small beige palaces
On the outskirts of "Kakstad" 1.
We become mentally ill, overweight
Come and stagnate in your fucking farce
Teach me to kill my children
Teach me how to suffocate all love
And the devil rolls around down below
It is futile
There are no answers out there
But I'm far away from withholding my doubt
Too many days of being pale and asking questions
Too many days or remaining passive and standing still
Thank you for everything
Thank you for everything
Thank you
Thanks
For this massive fucking hole in me
Wherein all that is nice disappears
I now carry this smile with me