Woorden: Soilwork. Figure Number Five. Strangler.

I feel it coming my thoughts are running
'Cause I can't do nothing about it
I'm turning, turning away from the filth on my journey
Stepping aside from the breed that is burning

How did you get so unbearably stupid?
How did you get your demons to rest?
One final option a senseless adoption
Of a self made confidence

Bow
To get rid of this
Bow
Another fear to kiss
Bow
This is my soulful departure

Walk the lifeline with no regrets
Wasting it all on you cannot get
Forever painful and so goddamn deranged
Make no difference don't make a sound
Make your choice out of what you've found
Forever painful and so goddamn deranged

'Cause I might as well choke listen to the sound
'Cause I can't do nothing about it
Another round of their hysterical laughter
Plaguing my ears causing my tears

Bow
To get rid of this
Bow
Another fear to kiss
Bow
This is my soulful departure

Walk the lifeline with no regrets
Wasting it all on you cannot get
Forever painful and so goddamn deranged
Makes no difference don't make a sound
Make your choice out of what you've found
Forever painful and so goddamn deranged

Let's give another hail
To the ones that finally failed
Holding on to the thrill 'til the very end
Facing their very last stand

[Incomprehensible] deranged
Walk the lifeline with no regrets
Wasting it all on you cannot get
Forever painful and so goddamn deranged
Make no difference don't make a sound
Make your choice out of what you've found
Forever painful and so goddamn deranged