Loving you,
is the stupidest thing to do...

Tears of hate and blood from a broken heart
makes my music live...

I hate my self and all I`ve done
I whish I never where alone...

When they steer at me from behind that tree
I know they think of what they see...

It feels like my head are going to explode
like I am to young and to old...

Its so cold
this feeling has grown old...

Everyday people are denying
That hundreds of trees are dying...

When they steer at me from behind that tree
I know they think of what they see...

Roses are dead
violence are cool...

Roses are dead
violins play through...

The pain fills my body
and slowly tear my soul apart...

Some people like the winter to much
They get stuck in a snowboard crush...