.[Lyrics: O. A. Myrholt]
[Music: T. E. Tunheim]
The envious audience is chasing us through the cold slop of reality
Exhibited in the dying drama, our design became their wounds
We will never follow their sickening script, never pass them but a fake smile
And every fucking mot.
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