Denne sangen ble skrevet i en depressiv periode av mitt liv.
Og den er tatt opp på samme måte som alle de andre sangene; med lommeopptaker oppå pianoet. Så beklager lydkvaliteten. Dere får tenke inni dere hvordan den egentlig skal være….
I crush my inspiration
Against the naked walls of lies
To trust the incarnation
Is trusting life until it dies
I’m all strung up
Won’t you help me
I’m all strung up
Won’t you help me
I’m crucified
Its hope and faith we cling to
Lying bastards we hope fail
There’s nothing we can undo
To the walls of lies we hail
I’m all strung up
Won’t you help me
I’m all strung up
Won’t you help me
I’m crucified
I’m begging you for mercy
Let me undo the things I’ve done
Let me be
What you’ve become
I throw my own salvation
Against the naked cliffs of hell
I cry for revelation
Until there’s nothing more to tell
I’m all strung up
Won’t you help me
I’m all strung up
Won’t you help me
I’m crucified
I’m all strung up
Won’t you help me
I’m crucified
Psst. Dette er visst innlegg nummer 300. Faktisk. Gratulerer til meg selv!