Writhen

(앨범: Spirits And August Light - 2003)

To get out of smell of mould
To get back on your feet again
Let every God have his day
And again

The leather is black
As I lie on fragments of glass
More broke than ever
No more ti amo

Trying not
To hate
The guts we all have

'Cause I got the guts
And I feel the guilt
Now we still hate it
When we play the part of the Greek

Vanhaa suolaa
Siihen haavaan
Joka vuotaa edelleen

And who swore not to let it out
In here just to see the roots
Rot away in one's feet
So better ring the bell of whoredom
If it wants to ring
Or just forget all perverse offerings

The writhing stays the same even

If you got the guts
And you feel the guilt
Now we still hate It
When we play the part of the Greek

Vanhaa suolaa
Siihen haavaan
Joka vuotaa edelleen

Minne sattuu
Ihmiseen

Vanhaa suolaa
Siihen haavaan
Joka vuotaa edelleen