| alone | We've been gazing into the stars wishing that we'd stopped the time. You've been loving yourself tonight giving your soul to the unknown. We've been playing with fear this time knowing that we're not just anyone. The earth spinning faster now, how do we cope with the break of the dawn. Don't leave me here! I feel your fear's making judges tonight. Don't open your eyes! There's no time for goodbyes. It's getting late tonight the boats docking into the port. Don't pack your bags again, let's stare into colorful eyes. Have waited a lifetime now, a moment is worth all his gold. But she follow her dream again, all tears they have been in vain. Don't leave me here! I feel your fear's making judges tonight. Dont open your eyes! There is no time for goodbyes.

| far away from home | You've been fighting your war here for far to long so far away from home. Blaspheme your only fathers name. You've been hiding away in your sacred place so far away from home. Blaspheme all our remains, it's just the same. I run away if that's okey with you. You'll be coming back for more. Been waiting here for far to long for someone far away from home. Blaspheme my mothers unholy name. I've been waiting a lifetime for this day to come, so far away from home. We drown blinded into the unknown, it's just the same. I run away if that's okey with you. You'll be coming back for more. You dock your ship in the port. You dock your ship in the port again and it goes over and over again. I run away if that's okey with you. You'll be coming back for more.

| poem | As I am sitting here like a lonewolf again, crying on with the guitar in my hand and i wont feel poetic 'cos it seems so fucking pathetic. I got some stories to tell if you give me the time, no reading, no trembling and if you don't mind I will give you my whole life on a piece of a paper. Just wanted to be like I always been. I wanted to float on that feeling again but soon I got stuck in swamps that I coulnd't ever get loose off. Well, have been there for so many times before collecting empty thoughts and tryin' to form something, just give me a moment and I'll try to think of a reason. But clock ticking on, there is time for a call but so paralyzed that I take advatage of it all. Yet there is room to feel sad though I got it all. As days passing on and the clock turns around winter becomes spring and laugh become smiles. You know you'll find me here sitting like I always been. But since you never care to look it's hard to recall that old times a here in a new fresh shape. And those razorblades they are rusty but why even bother. But clock ticking on, there is no time to die, I'm not paralyzed, consider me a high, in the end they even killed my mind. Help me, I'm proud of you. But the consequences never help.

| an hour away | I was told by my father once, I was told to neglect those eyes that are forming up a vision of a truth. I was sold by my mothers word to get hold of the happiness that are calling for me wailing to enclasp me. As my teacher painted up the pictures of the world I was naive and swallowed it since it confirmed the only images that I had. I was was told to believe in love but your eyes and your truthful voice softly made me yours to shape in certain frames. Just an hour from here, I can feel your tears. Well in order to make things right I got scared and took my right to ignore the fact the I even had a choice here. As I worn out my fancy suit I got old and forgot all words, to make her believe that she really had a choice here. Just an hour from here, I can feel your tears

| when winter ends | I am Watching the snow fall from a black and empty sky. Tried to catch all white with my mouth as if I was blind. With a cold and freezing touch you put me there, right where I belong: a cracked and twisted space where I depreatly tried to wipe out your face. I let you crawled really close, let you bacome my friend. No mirrors, no reflections never let the winter end. You rented a fearless spot in a concreted world. No lies, just love and please never let the winter end. I felt the warmth as I began to fade away. Don't pass my by without goodbyes I thougt I heard you say. Sold the tickets and burn all the bridges i'm cold but i'm to confused to be told. Finelly got my illusion crushed again, it's always the same. I let you crawled really close, let you bacome my friend. No mirrors, no reflections never let the winter end. You rented a fearless spot in a concreted world. No lies, just love and please never let the winter end. One decembernight with the stars and the frozen soil. I've been walking the same blocks here for some time now and you should know that: Sometimes, like this it reminds me of how beautyful life can be when you are free. So put some careful thoughts before you open your eyes to see this for yourself. I let you crawled really close, let you bacome my friend. No mirrors, no reflections never let the winter end. You rented a fearless spot in a concreted world. No lies, just love and please never let the winter end.

| i think i doubt it all | I think I doubt it all, the fairytale that drugged us. You called your friends n made them promise that your love will never end. We pledge our sins to last and wake up with swollowed heads and cry to mourn that the awful scorn will burn and pass away. The truth is made for you, please open your eyes to get it. But hate will hunt you in infinity then time will take it's right. Life is short for us, please leave when clock stills ticking. The waste of love is a terrible thing but who am I to judge. I think I doubt it all, the war-machine keeps rolling. They told us war is an act of peace, but the children keeps cryin' along. Thier crosses burns within and god speaks right through us. You told me: "son, there is none to fear", then you left us here to bleed. Some day when love returns, to conquer with ancient wisdom. I'll burn my books and regain to their doctrine that gave us life. A lifetime passes by, most likely you're still here with me. I hope you're blind 'til the reaper comes, 'cos the truth is not for you.

| one image | Tired and nonsesical you sink into your shell as blood rushes through your veins. Empoision the bitter taste of it all. It's your contribution to the world. You said that "Scornful you smile with a plastic grin", make a statement one can not ignore. That overfeed visage you're holding so proud make no sign of the starvin' you're in. And your million-dollar suite made a perfect salute. Don't expect me to cry. Do I have to say why? You took your grades quickly so negligently boored, as you spent your last check on yourself. All the support was just to wasted, they only fitted into a dream. And your million-dollar style, with you leading the parade. And your well-sealed soul is just an empty black hole. You were all my lies. You're all my sins 'til my soul get wheeled away. And your million-dollar style, with you leading the parade. And your well-sealed soul is just an empty black hole.

| let it out | You're nice when I woke up, you're smiling at my mistakes. You left your earrings back at mothers place, just to return there. The coastwinds blowing holes, silence is the reason. And all thoughts returns to where they belong. Not in some open book here. If I got one more chance I'll let it out. You're nice when I woke up, you're smiling at my mistakes. You left your earings back at mothers place, just to return there. If I got one more chance I'll let it out.

| ignorance is bliss | Your mind is an exotic place, to explore a different face. I want to get there close, just wanted to get ashore. You distracted and kept a smile, elicit from the pain. The samll white little pills seems like a silly solution here, again. Explored my mind inside some given frames. The fragile little me comes to senses again. Cursed to walk the line I am born in a lie. Distingush the world from a voice that's been telling us to fear. Ignorance is bliss, you say ignorance is bliss you say. You called up to say my name, it's so much different if I do the same. The beast that wears my face, the only image to remain. Rips pages from my life to create some kind of a lie. When pleasures comes to an end, me myself my only friend. Ignorance is bliss, you say ignorance is bliss you say.

| sara | Det bor en sliten myt i dig. Du var snabb att pledera, fick mig skrika efter mera. En orörd jungfrus bröst mot mitt. En tröstlös vacker själ, bara ord som ville väl. Sara, kommer du hem? Får du förklara min vän. Men du kommer ju aldrig hem. En pantomi och höstens sken. Det finns tid att fundera, å ännu tid för att rasera. Du dansar ensam bort från mig. Men spåren dom finns kvar, lixom såren som du bar. Sara, kommer du hem? Får du förklara min vän. Men du kommer ju aldrig hem.

| your song | Don't wanna sing another song. Don't wanna paint your life on my wall. But I got this chords that are stuck in my soul. Depending on will, we are preaching until. I've noticed you cry, I'm sad if I lied but my life depends on you. I'll split your throat and take what's inside. I got this chords that are stuck in my soul. Depending on will, we are preaching until, we're gone. I want your blood, fade away, run away. Don't wanna think about the break of the dawn. But an angel was sent with a devils intent. We got this chords that are stuck our my souls. Depending on will, we are preaching until, we're gone. I want your blood, fade away, run away.

| masquerade |

| höstlövsdans | Likt du må svikta i höstlövsdans för tiden bort mig någon annanstans, till en dans i månljusets sken, skänker skuggor medn gör mig så ren. I dimmans sians där natten är klar, bland nakna kroppar som bara tar. Finns en timme där tiden står står still, om du tror, vågar och vill. Kom och möt mig vid porten till en passage till lavendel och kamomill. Det finns en glänta i det djupaste snår, strävan dit det är allt jag förmår. När tempot går upp och nån säger drick känner jag min jungfrus kallfrusna blick. En värmande kropp, en famn, blir till en dans i sagornas land. Kom och möt mig vid porten till en passage till lavendel och kamomill. Det finns en glänta i det djupaste snår, strävan dit det är allt jag förmår.

| praise your prayers | Child, when the sun goes down covered by the concrete we are in. Tiffney Moragn cries and wish for the sun. She had it in her hands, a book, a treasue, a some maps over Garlon Street. The man with golden boats fucked here and laddered away. Praise your prayers, it's never to late she said so but praise your prayers, it's always to late. You crawled, walked, drank, and die long before me, no normal story. And when the morning strikes I stayed in bed and wondering how. He had his own spacemachine built with branches, cheewin'gums and nails. I often looking up and wondering if he is flying (up) there

| my friends | So I called up my friends, so they can tell me how this storie ends. One sadfull storie opens up the book of realm. I've been told for several times, but oh no i really want to learn a lesson here. I've been watchin' but bored by the fact that no words mean nothing now. As I'm forgetting my body, will I continuing to praise those pills. Some preaching hands they get tired all along, just a fraction of a smile. One sadfull man may teach me how to continue getting ill. The poison they're tryin' to sell, is a way keep me in their cell. Some preaching hands they get tired all along, just a fraction of a smile

| sad boys play games | As I got my final A and had stoped doin prays I went out on the schoolyard and they were pointing finger and called me names. You know, I couldn't care less, I neglected and made my own mess Until me walked into you and i knew that it was now the hurting had to come true. I tried to tell you to walk, to walk off again. Until the point where i tell you to be here again. So i locked my door, shouting you out. Life is hard to live, so why put in things that are hard to forgive. I tried to sleep. This lovely eternal sleep of me. One thing held me away from the end, just to see you crying in my arms again. I tried to tell you to walk, to walk off again. Until the point where i tell you to be here again. I told you, that your arms they where not made for me but I couldn't let you get away. And showed how proud i could be

| chris, turn the page | I was back in the days when I was blue. Where I met this boy, who guided me through long nights painted in red. Someone hold me back in my bed. Like your hands they were present. I'm open for suggestions, if you just will turn the page. Resamble once again. They had made you a space to rest. I loved to sit beside your head. All the cracks on the walls. I figured out, that no-one answered your calls. Like your hands they were present. I'm open for suggestions, if you just will turn the page. Resamble once again. You know, we had something in common. But we never really talked it through. One morning you had gone away. It seems like a dream, but I know I was there. Like your hands they were present. I'm open for suggestions, if you just will turn the page. Resamble once again. I started to wear your face, your words started to guiding my frame. I weared your face and started to guiding my.. I weared your face and started to guide your..

| trespassing | Easter came and I loved the smell, the warm touch of the spring. I painted all my color black, I locked my door and fell asleep. Summer came and I loved the warmth, the sun gave me life. I opened up all windows wide, but I always had to hide. Mother what's your buisness here, you're trespassing my home. Father what's your buisness here, you forgot to take me home. Autumn cried, the world just died. I found a reason for all lies. Colorful I rejoiced there and forgot all my fears. Winter draw the world in white, the dark made my enlight. I slept all day but woke up to a smile that I called you. Mother what's your buisness here, you're trespassing my home. Father what's your buisness here, you forgot to take me home.

| ett jävla tidsfördriv | Jag har gråtit genom nätter med mitt huvud bredvid. Med smärta i mitt bröst och orons stora tröst. Jag har jagat bort demoner med piller och sprit. Jag har låst in mig själv i ogenomtränglig bunkar i rädsla för vad jag råkar göra med dig och så många gånger jag vaknat upp påå ett golv av betong. S å rädd så rädd för känna och våga hänge mig själv. Alltid gömmas där inuti i mina skuggor, för mörkret skänker ro. Jag dog varje natt med bakbundna händer. Frossa och fukt medans väggarna föll. Jag kröp in i ett skal som skulle skydda mot allt. Från du plågsamma sanning, mot dig finns inget skydd. Jag frågade aldrig så jag fick mina svar. För det finns inget ljus, det är i sorgen jag visar min avsky mot allt. Så rädd, så rädd för känna och våga hänge mig själv Alltid gömmas där inuti mina skuggor, för mörkret sjänker ro. Det här är ditt liv? Det här här är ditt liv? Om det här är ditt liv, vilket jävla tidsfördriv. Det här är mitt liv! Det här här är mitt liv! Ja det här är mitt liv, vilket jävla tidsfördriv! Så rädd, så rädd för känna och våga hänge sig själv. Alltid gömmas där inuti mina skuggor, för mörkret sjänker ro.

| a place to dwell | I played just a song on my records and the cues made me think about your face. Exposed to all memories I thought they all were erased a long time ago. The voices, your fear and how your sad eyes were replaced by black holes. I am crying to tears but the story wont reach you now. You, you tear up your heart I saw it right from the start. To pull up your strings to never been there again. You ran far ahead to your solemn story. You're fed up with yourself and you returned to your place to dwell.

| en säker liten tröst | Jag har en säker liten tröst, den bottnar i en röst som spelar visor om en tid. Och i den morgonmelodi som jag trötsamt fastnat i, där dansar jag i maskopi. Du har en blick som är så kall, den blir ännu ett välbekant och smärtsamt fall. Och bakom skimmer utan ljus så finns en bitterhetens man. Det är min saga och den är sann. Det finns en mur och den står kvar, den är så hård å kall å kantig å den är jag. Jag har en säker liten tröst, den bottnar i en röst som spelar visor om en tid. Och i dess morgonmelodi som jag trötsamt fastnat i där dansar jag i maskopi. Det finns en mur och den står kvar, den är så hård å kall å kantig å den är jag.