"Himmelen er Utilgjengelig" ("Heaven Is Not Available")
A feeling of waiting for the next thing, Something that never came, Life just goes by, Expectations crash against the reality, There is no place for immediate victory,
Life is just a constant chaotic movement, In a dense stream of aggressively charged particles. Clashing at full speed, with mad slumped faces, Having lost their teeth and tore their nose, to lie in the mud, Only to realize that everything was in vain and the goal slipped away again. Oh, and Heaven... heaven is not available, it's like an oasis, Which like a magnet attracts moths into a flame in the darkness, Burns the face and melts the wings, Only to see during your own fall the insane mass that is yet unaware of the dangers.
They go to the gallows With a blissful smile They take on the rope themselves Putting their heads in a guillotine
They enjoy sitting in an electric chair They turn on the power themselves Dosed off, After experiencing a masochistic happiness
They're sleeping They're sleeping
Just to wake up In a narcotic withdrawal, From already lost joy, The joy that cannot be reached Without tearing down Their own dignity Ripping out honorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
