Something Other To Be, ljóð frá 18. febrúar 2024.

Silently people is sinking in mud,

so they take freedom and gladness and blood?

Giving up ghost,

got what seemed most...

If they accept not the man,

as they can't be free,

so it's something new?

Saviours just like me?

One more beefhard ban,

bust or nothing we can do?

 

Suddenly dying, we see not the will,

so they are telling, but nowhere the hill...

Nothing so new,

now they will do...

Feeling lost in frozen hide,

failing most of all...

War in welfare, see,

waiting, sorry doll...

So it's sad and right?

something other then to be.

 

How can I be that man, seeing her soul?

Something for higher than "tell me that" goal?

Failing at first,

feeling the burst.

Failing when they're for the spear,

further go as such,

liked it, lie as they,

loved them just too much.

All the onward fear,

ever heard of better day?