Letras:
Illdisposed Burn Me Wicked

To William, (Pelle & Bertram). Translated postcard. Written in Como - Italy March 2005] Hey I felt I really touched you And in ways also new to me

s all good Split decisions are of old And so are you, but I'm not counting Hate me, easy Life is hell Learning to see Can no longer feel Feel Electric frames are burning

: Nightmare, feeling the weight I'm a sinner - guilty Power, power to stop me from trying - living There is light but it's not for me I am my own god

: I tortured Another buck I threw it in The machine, but it won't pay me back I laugh at you and what you feel You knocked me over, kept it real My

: Din mor hun stod pa flisen Din far var en si Du voksed' op med klo og t?sk Af t?nder har du ti Du har altid v?ret en taber Du tager din egen vej Af

hang myself today Higher Hang myself higher Free from this world The rope starts to burn A desolate cry Licking my hand Can't you see, all of me Don

s funny how you believe Burn me wicked Help me see And as the road slows down Very deep in the night To my room of darkness This time - your might Burn me wicked Help me