Lyrics

Hazel from "7 "Hazel"

after a while, she walks into the room, the pockets of her jackets filled with glue.
into which she has stuffed her fingers. I´am stuck. we all get sometimes.
and then she smiles but I can not read her mind.
sometimes her smile does not reach her eyes, and I´am trying to say sorry.
do not lie, we all lie sometimes. but not onw, I change my outfit every day, I say those things,
that I think you would like to hear me say. I do things I normally wouldn´t do, just to make,
you let me spend a while with you. silly me. she lights a fag, and she sits down on the floor her face
buried in that mess of hair, god I thought, I knew her color....
I don´t. I don´t know nothing. so I look up but It looks like she has left worried, that she´s going to kill
herself, but she just went to the bathroom and I laugh. we all laugh. we all laugh sometimes! just not now.

DarTmouth from "7 "Hazel"

is it me, or you who´s talking this time, is it anyone? how come my words get stuck in my throat, every time you´re asking, promised myself this time, promise myself to say what I was thinking, but some songs are better off
unsu#g, no matter how honest. yet sometimes we all must drop it
and now you´re waiting promised myself this time, promised myself not to say, I´am sorry. I think you know, but I´am not sure, but sure as hell is that I won´t ask. can´t tell now you react and I don´t want to do a test.
I think I´ll leave when I wake up.

OverdriveR from "7 "Hazel"

I´am not in position to give advice, cannot correct, set a trial, this should be something
I´ve left behind in order to leave a while to dry.
can´t I hate you I abuse you as a friend, you wanted to be god, correctmy love.
It is time to coliect what I´ve left behind. I wish I just could press rewind. a second I though I was
in change but I´m just an ant trying to bark. can´t I hate you I don´t want to waste my time
but I miss you.

Competitive Excuse from split w/ The John Doe Band (Lyrics: Mats)

Still we talk like monments.
Your eyes are not mine.
Still there´s nothing left for us to do
than run away from all we knew.

I turn up, you tour out
to be a pebble in my mountain.
I turn left, you turn right.
If I should die and turn up alive
is that a marrow in your sweepstakes?
A mortal coil for us to soil.

It´s not too late.
Not too late to shake hands
and not too late.
Not too late to say sorry.

Money brings out the asshole in me (Lyrics: Mats)

The contents of which we´re built ain´t
leaving no place for guilt.
Just wipe away the blood they´ve split.
I don´t wanna wait and fade like the rest.
They´d kill to get a dollar out of every cent
you earn but It´s bound to break.

Here come the pigs to con you all.
Should´ve learned to write them off.
Swear by my hand to take them on.
Here come the pigs to skin you all.
Break your legs to make you fall.
Turn it around and place them below.

The purpose of what I´ve portrayed is to make
you lazy fuckers comrehend.
Get those eclenched fists out of your pockets.
I don´t wanna wait and rot like the rest.
It´s getting to the point where the money brings
out the ashole in me.

Cheers to the art of breaking up (Lyrics: Mats)

I know you know where I´m slepping now.
I know you moan but it´s over now.
I know you try but you´re on your own
and there are some things that you shouldn´t know.

You know I love but I´m not concerned.
I´ve said enough and meant every word.
last time we kissed I bit my tongue.
I should´ve said you´re not the only one

We celebrate but I can´t restrict the thoughts I have.
I´m the weakling here.
Delete the files, break the rusty chain. Make it stop,
this is not the way.

Cheers to the art of breaking up.

Something starting with an s (Lyrics: Kalle)

It´s alright to tell another lie but don´t say sorry,
´cause you won´t reach me.
You say the things you said were never meant to hurt me
but still you knew just what would happen to me.

You say you will never be the same again.
I can´t tell you anything but try again.
I just wanna go on leave it all behind me now.
But if you want I´ll tell you to come along.

Maybe I´ll be better off without you or will you show
me that you can change. I kind of wish you didin´t
know that every thing was aching.

Prognosis (Lyrics: Mats)

If words were so much better I´d talk until I puked.
And all my friends would comment that it reminded them of you.
Build a stronger surface and watch it from a cake,
as shit turns into dinner and turd turns into plate.

From juxtapose to mass control the times go on and now I´m sold
and all I´ve ever eaten paints my coat.
Now you try to shove it down my throat.

All we´ve got uniting us now is memories of the past days.
We´ll never be the same again.
Please don´t make it worse than it already is.

Cheers to your prognosis that the good times are ahead.
Thanks for all compassion but I´m afraid that we´re already dead.

A stronger sense of going to hell is further stengthened by the smell
if what you have flushed down your porcelaine thone.
I´ve been there so I´ve felt that smell before.