Drnk mig med dina sentimentala klyschor
Stt mig p ett flyg och krascha det i norra ishavet
Jag orkar inte hra mer, gra mer, finnas mer
Stt mig i en risig roddbt utan ror, lt vgorna
Och klden riva mig, rasera mig, snka mig
Placera mig naken p en bakgata i december
Jag sker brk fr att bli misshandlad
Provocerar fr att bli ddad, stympad, frintad
Inget hnder, kommer ingen vart, allt r krt
Haha, allt r skit, och du tycker att det r s coolt
Den mnniska jag en gng var r borta
Jag brnner alla minnen, spolar ned askan i toan
Nej, frlt, lt jag sentimental nu?
Din hjrndda sikt betyder dock noll
Det finns inget hftigt att finna i detta tillstnd Jag r en paranoid, skadad
Och patetisk mnniska
Du r andra sidan minst lika patetisk
Men snlla rara, glm mig, jag r historia
[English translation:]
The Nail In The Coffin
Drown yourself in your sentimental clichs
Put me on a plane and crash it into the northern ice sea
I dont have the will to hear it anymore, to do anymore, to exist anymore
Put me in a rickety boat without any oars, and let the waves
And the coldness tear me, ruin me, sink me
Place me naked on a back street in December
I look for fights just to get injured
I provoke, just to get killed, dismembered, annihilated
Nothing happens, I get nowhere, all is lost
Haha, everything is shit, and you think its so cool
The man I once was is gone
I burn all my memories, and flush the ashes down the toilet
Oh, Im sorry, did I sound sentimental?
Your brain-dead opinion means nothing
There is nothing cool to find in this state of mind. I am a paranoid, deranged
And pathetic human being
But on the other hand, youre just as pathetic
But please, forget about me, Im history
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
