The trees are watching over me
the leaves are hunting me with the wind
the branches are scraping my skin
alone in this terror
I cannot escape
there’s no way out

The trees are watching over me
the leaves are hunting me with the wind
the branches are scraping my skin
alone in this terror
I cannot escape
there’s no way out

I sit in my corner
with nothing but my tears
I can’t move
I’m numb
he screams in my head
he’s taller and bigger than me
I can’t get past him
he won’t let me move on
I’m the Monsters hostage
and the Monster is me

It hurts to live
to move on
it stings
I try to hold back
I try not to speak
cause if I do
I break down
and if I let myself fall
I don’t believe I’ll get up again
so I put on a smile
I laugh
I push things back
cause I don’t want to feel
I forget to breathe
I forget to live
I just am
and it hurts

I feel seperated
from my past
and my future
I’m in nomansland
with no compass
no idea of what’s to come
or where I’m going
I’m afraid

I close my eyelids
don’t want to see you
see me
it hurts too much
I can see it in your eyes
you don’t know me
you don’t like me
I’m a stranger
a distant shadow of someone you once knew
mirror mirror hide my eyes

Dørå e låst. Vinduene igjen. Gardinene lukka. Lyset slått av. Dagane går. Tankane består. Mørket e mitt hjem.
(mest spilt idag: Crystal Castles – Plague)
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The door is locked. Windows shut. Curtains closed. Lights off. Days go by. Thoughts remain. Darkness is my home.
(most played: Crystal Castles – Plague)
Han galloperte. Bladene føyk idet beinå rørte bakken. Vinden berørte kinnene hans og solå va på vei ner. Han smilte. Detta e livet sa han te seg sjøl. Han galloperte videre. Skogen kom nærmare og nærmare. Snart va han hjemma.
as crows fly
in the dawn light
on the cold hill
the deer are running
- Chris Powici
I gave it my all
my heart and my soul
you ignored
I was left naked
all eyes were on me
piercing through my skin
You stole my spirit
ripped it from my chest
locked it in a box and threw away the key
I’m left alone
with my dark thoughts
lost hopes and dreams
in the Church of Sorrow
I linger and pray
for a better tomorrow