Baksmllan sitter kvar sedan grdagen,
Det gr ven spyan p toalettens vgg
Jag vandrar runt likt en zombie i tristessen,
Hela tiden mter jag nya ansikten, vilket str mig
Bandaget stinker av srvtska och var,
Men jag kan inte lta bli att lukta kontinuerligt
Vinden blser kallt, och jag fr lust att hoppa ned
Bland de krossade isbitarna
Jag har skickat dig ett vykort dr det str: "Farvl"
[English translation:]
The hangover from last night is still here
And so is the puke on the bathroom wall
I wander around like a zombie in the monotony
I meet new faces all the time, which annoys me
The bandage reeks of wound fluids and pus,
But I cant stop smelling at it continuously
The wind blows cold, and I want to jump down
Among the crushed pieces of ice
Ive sent you a postcard that says: Goodbye
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
