Texty:
Vond Selvmord

[instrumental]

er ingen. vi har intet sikkert, bare doden. Livet holder oss borte, fra det eneste vi har. Doden er ver egen, la oss finne ver dod. Selvmord... Selvmord

I greet the dawn of swirling stars. I rejoice as my body opens, releasing me. I thrive upon the soul of man, cosmic forces becomes me. Pain I feel no

What are you used to babe? What do you prefer? You head is on the mend babe Why does it hurt? Ain't had no sleep You been on your feet You been on call