Spiken i kistan [English translation]

Drown me in your sentimental clichés

Put me on a plane and crash it into the northern iced sea

I don’t have the will to hear it anymore, to do anymore, to exist anymore

Put me in a rickety boat without any oars, and let the waves

And the coldness tear me, ruin me, sink me

Place me naked on a backstreet in December

I look for fights in order to get injured

I provoke in order to get killed, dismembered, annihilated

Nothing happens, I get nowhere, all is gone

Haha, everything is shit, and you think it is so cool

The being I once was is gone

I burn all my memories, flush the ashes down the toilet

Oh, sorry, did I sound sentimental now?

Your brain-dead opinion means obviously nothing

There is nothing cool to find in this condition

I am a paranoid, deranged and pathetic human being

On the other hand you’re just as pathetic

But please, forget about me, I am history