The indian summer is better than nothing
Burn the sun in my skin
Bleeding bells of inner guilt
Salvation rays are thin
I say to myself
You don't need anyone
This world is fucked
Just as you have become
I stand as a man who's seen many things
My youth has made me strong
I see the fraught of the words I have said
Got nothing for anyone
The words that I speak
Are like the clinging hell
The songs that I sing
Has been poisoning your well
... Jag behöver flytta; detta hus kväver oss för tillfället. (Både bildligt och bokstavligt talat - höll på att hosta ihjäl mig i natt.)
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