[Music & Lyrics by Kristoffer Austrheim]



Talking to an abstract, yet figurative image of myself

Seen vagely from this dim and misty place

All those beings are like faceless and with tranquilled hearts

Words like hunted flesh

They return again... and again

Calling up the stirs of pain

Walking down those stairs again

I am barely the shadow of my former self 'cause

I NO LONGER CARE!

FUCK YOU..... ALL OUT THERE!!!