To get out of smell of mould,
To get back on your feet again
Let every god have his day
And again the leather is black as I lie on fragments of glass
More broke than ever, No more ti amo

Trying not to hate the guts we all have
'Cause I got the guts and I feel the guilt
Now we still hate it when we play the part of the Greek

Vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen

And who swore not to let it out in here
Just to see the boots rot away in one's feet
So better ring the bell of whoredom if it wants to ring,
Or just forget all perverse offerings

The writhing stays the same
Even if you got the guts and you feel the guilt
Now we still hate it when we play the part of the Greek.

Vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen
Minne sattuu ihmiseen
Vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen

Free enough to see what's going on in there
A man has naught if not himself, not an island
Just the son of a gun

I'm sure you knew I ate it up to spit it out
In blinded mute ground, gasping for words buried
Yes you saw the lust for vengeance

I've had my fill the share of losing
I've had my fill the share of losing

The years in these worlds, more than I could feel anywhere
To get it crystallized at last

I've had my fill the share of losing
I've had my fill the share of losing

And when they all speak at the same time
They make me wonder what on earth in hell it was

And was it wise to seek release
In and through ex stasis

Did I face it all, standing
With the 'love, laugh, cry'
To say the things I truly feel

I've had my fill the share of losing

I'm sick of all these scars
The worst of me could feel its whole grace

The spring of that year came back and we have met again,
And your scent is still the same

I put my boots back on
Brought them down from the attic
And they're so nice and broken
With words unspoken
To this city inside aflame

Here I am
Like a crooked little lamb
So breathless
The world is trying to stop (me) and the night is still
And it's still "if you only knew?"
Like an hour of doom
With broken bottles on the streets
And Amor gone crazy, so crazy

As we feel afire
It's the summer of love and I feel afire

Just forgive me the bad weather
There's no love without faith and thine is dead,
No love except with Fati and thine is dead

So would you let me be
Let me be the bastard Waleis that I was meant to be
Tonight...

Throw your wishes at a stone
Whenever feeling it
What has an endless sight
It never cared for us
Will the midnight sun ever be that black again

Take off more masquerades
Longing to be touched
To be released in a way or another
Try harder and everything will be blending
Then tear it down

The wine's out of your cup
Don't cure a wound, no baby
That doesn't help at all

Throw your wishes at a stone
Whenever feeling it
What has an endless sight
It never cared for us

The wine's out of your cup
Don't cure a wound, no baby
That doesn't help at all

There's too many party people
The tough guys are even worse
Oh if it's grey one should get lost
And you should know you spell it wrong
Let's bleed for the years that passed away
With seasonal affective disorder
Even in midsummer...

How many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man
And if it isn't good I understand With different rights

The days to settle down,
To hear what's going low
There's a bitter old ghost
And a side trail every morning

How many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man
And when it comes to this Easily for those with beer, Honey Waiting

The days to settle down,
To hear what's going low

And it's in the wind
The spirit blowing the answer
To an asshole's face
Not to swear for nothing,
In synchronicity that's even still perfect

There's a bitter old ghost and a side trail every morning...

Yes, I can't deny the worn-out and truthful
If it's picturesque
Though it's just a saying?
Not useful

Resolve that great chain of aging and fierce hours
So soon it becomes annoying to us

Yes between her thighs it was nothing
I don't know if she even lives but you...
And I never was in need of touch
Unless it would come through my heart's shape
Not like they who say it in today's fashion

Now you know what's going on with me
Trying to steal the light

And in the evenings a slight chill in the air
I'm still here breathing
Feeling so much better than I was last year
With a curtain of smoke

And in the evenings a slight chill in the air
The welkin not on my mind, nor anything it covers

For the one my window hides in its view
To enlighten me if my love's real
Or that faith
What's more bitter than the late spring

I forgot to live, seated in one of their fucking trains
Yes I forgot to live seated in one of those

And when the world is left
I don't need an inscription to remind for these things
If it's washing away
Well, you know what

Praying on one's knees before
Bring salvation for every soul

I forgot to live, seated in one of their fucking trains
Yes i forgot to live seated in one of those

When in search of clarity
The way is lost in itself
Gone into its own walker
And every shadow has its bearer of shadow
Every shadow has its bearer of shadow

A son with the thought of not standing his demise
Still afraid of getting a lethal disease

And the clauses they were, they were all without reins
Though?
Didn't want to lose, didn't want to lose my heart
Somewhere in the mists of my blurred daily consciousness
The thought of not standing a disease

The world's broken when I'm not here,
And if we take it to its limits?
Maybe no beauty left
Seeing things that aren't ours
For truth and delusion, any kind of a difference

But on that night it felt like home
With a small amount of love and that cliche
Classy pale white face
What her sad eyes brought me

And I want to be, I want
To be where the sun is shining
I want to have you there beside me
And take me back to where the magic is
'Cause this fucking head it's hurting

Searching for bliss from between the lines,
And if I'm given the chance?
Moving in this world with good luck in the veins
'Cause so far, yeah, so far I've suffered too

But no more dog-like martyrs to be
With these heads to shine hurt and curse
And no, I could not sleep at night
When its throes held me high

And I want to be, I want
To be where the sun is shining
I want to have you there beside me
And take me back to where the magic is
'Cause this fucking head it's hurting