(sax solo) Everything had changed. What a fine day I dimmans land, d+¥r borta d+¥r dom andra bor, har allt en plats som verkar vara r+¥tt
We are not pure
Nihility arise from the bottom of no lies
Made of ancient clay
Hang between yhou and me
close your eyes while i
I didn't know it would end this way
Be careful wath you say or do
You get there first so you won't be late
Cuz I donÔÇÖt fuck with many
Tears
With the taste of silent tears
You tell them that youre fine
For the hangman's reel