Undirheimar
TÃÂminn lÃÂður hjá hraðar og hraðar
ÃÂkveðin stefna án áfangastaðar
En ef hann áfangastað sér ætti
Og myndi finna hann fyrir rest
Hann myndi eflaust hætta að lÃÂða
Ég þyrfti ekki lengur að bÃÂða
Lengur að bÃÂða...
TÃÂminn lÃÂður hjá hægar og hægar
stórivÃÂsir hefur sekúndur nægar
En ef að klukkan gæti byrjað að tifa
Það kæmi dagur eftir þennan dag
Hann myndi eflaust byrja að lÃÂða
Ég þyrfti ekki lengur að bÃÂða
Lengur að bÃÂða...
Wasn't Me
Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high
Far from a river where things grow green
The flowers weep and they lean away
From the blood stained soil beneath my feet
The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose
And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink
On propaganda page
That will rule your life and fuel my rage
I tried to bend my knees
But my knees were already bent
I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now
I called to my god but he was sleeping on that day
I guess I'll just have to depend on me
Shall I tell my children if t
Far from a river where things grow green
The flowers weep and they lean away
From the blood stained soil beneath my feet
The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose
And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink
On propaganda page
That will rule your life and fuel my rage
I tried to bend my knees
But my knees were already bent
I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now
I called to my god but he was sleeping on that day
I guess I'll just have to depend on me
Shall I tell my children if t