this is an norwegian\english combo, because it fits..
Jeg må klassifiseres, kontrolleres, destrueres!
De tanker jeg har hatt,
og de linjer jeg har satt må elimineres
men mine syke tanker og vaner kan dette lett konkluderes
I need to be alone
With the voices in my head
And you not here I gotta be on my own
Can't go back to the streets
I'll only get stone
Fuck all these lyrics
I'm quittin' it
Now it's official
I'm done producing this shit
Ok, du må ha det på norsk?
Jeg gir opp
Gidder ikke mer, jeg sier opp
Sier stopp
Hvis det jeg skriver griper deg,
gjør et hopp, ta denne siden bort.
Ikke legg noe igjen,
Bare husk meg som en venn
For nå er det slutt,
Jeg gjør det siste kutt
Det går langs min underarm
Kroppen er varm,
Kaldt, en tåre går fra haken din
Treffer munnen min, salt.
Ser livet passerer, lurer på hvor jeg falt
All my scars
They do no harm
Red blood running
Down my arm
My bed and floor is full of stains
And no more blood is in my veins
I never cared about you enough to fuck you
How come you didn't see my plan through?
I didn't care to play you more
After that black cock you sucked
But you're family, and still a nice girl
Is that why it's so hard to get you out of my world?
I know where we're heading now, for sure.
Nothing more to say
I LOVE PLEASURE
Ingenting kan forandre min mening om visse ting, jeg elsker Linn
í… du vet hva jeg føler over visse mennesker, eller ting.
Det vil aldri forandre seg.
I hope you understand
It's not you that I hate
It's your man.
Some things will never change, it's just too late
I have a thing with pleasure, and it's great.
It's like, she's my soul mate
I must seize the moment, can't stand to wait.
You don't need to understand it
I just don't like the thought of you being fucked by a black dick.
You think of me a sick, most people do
And I don't blame you
By publishing this rap-thing, I guess we're through
But don't cry to me when this guy hit you
Or even breaking up because of the cutting that you do
Du er feillært, jeg er aldri ensom
Jeg føler kun hat til de som fortjener sånn
Jeg sier ikke mer, for denne gangen er det slutt
Vi skylder på at min skriveglede har brent helt ut.
Poetry by Lanius
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Written on 2006-04-03 at 12:59
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some things will never change
Jeg må opprette kontakter med de høyere makterJeg må klassifiseres, kontrolleres, destrueres!
De tanker jeg har hatt,
og de linjer jeg har satt må elimineres
men mine syke tanker og vaner kan dette lett konkluderes
I need to be alone
With the voices in my head
And you not here I gotta be on my own
Can't go back to the streets
I'll only get stone
Fuck all these lyrics
I'm quittin' it
Now it's official
I'm done producing this shit
Ok, du må ha det på norsk?
Jeg gir opp
Gidder ikke mer, jeg sier opp
Sier stopp
Hvis det jeg skriver griper deg,
gjør et hopp, ta denne siden bort.
Ikke legg noe igjen,
Bare husk meg som en venn
For nå er det slutt,
Jeg gjør det siste kutt
Det går langs min underarm
Kroppen er varm,
Kaldt, en tåre går fra haken din
Treffer munnen min, salt.
Ser livet passerer, lurer på hvor jeg falt
All my scars
They do no harm
Red blood running
Down my arm
My bed and floor is full of stains
And no more blood is in my veins
I never cared about you enough to fuck you
How come you didn't see my plan through?
I didn't care to play you more
After that black cock you sucked
But you're family, and still a nice girl
Is that why it's so hard to get you out of my world?
I know where we're heading now, for sure.
Nothing more to say
I LOVE PLEASURE
Ingenting kan forandre min mening om visse ting, jeg elsker Linn
í… du vet hva jeg føler over visse mennesker, eller ting.
Det vil aldri forandre seg.
I hope you understand
It's not you that I hate
It's your man.
Some things will never change, it's just too late
I have a thing with pleasure, and it's great.
It's like, she's my soul mate
I must seize the moment, can't stand to wait.
You don't need to understand it
I just don't like the thought of you being fucked by a black dick.
You think of me a sick, most people do
And I don't blame you
By publishing this rap-thing, I guess we're through
But don't cry to me when this guy hit you
Or even breaking up because of the cutting that you do
Du er feillært, jeg er aldri ensom
Jeg føler kun hat til de som fortjener sånn
Jeg sier ikke mer, for denne gangen er det slutt
Vi skylder på at min skriveglede har brent helt ut.
Poetry by Lanius
Read 687 times
Written on 2006-04-03 at 12:59
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