Ett försök att hitta in i den låda jag tänker utanför.

Dig a hole, scratch a wound.
Devestate, shave the head.

As towers rising up, reaching to the skies.
The sky is crumbling down and setting the demise.
An infinite road to walk, no goal to reach.
Just quick stops to fill up. Shut up, you've lost your freedom of speech!

Welters in abundance of heart attacks and sweat
Nightmares and cold shivers. Ready? Dead set!
To divide the parts of nature and particles that match.
Now a way of living, maybe you should stop to scratch?

As veins are pumping gasoline, lungs are filled with silent screams.
A head so blank outside on top, filled with horrors soon to pop.

A smile, a fire. A truth, a liar.
Open fields. Barbed wire.
Brick to brick to brick, a wall.
Holes, and holes enough to fall.

Giant saw, a dried out sea.
Broken mountains, just debris.
Once a lover, now a hater.
Now a playground, soon a crater.

Take this falling star of mine.
Make a wish you'll soon decline.
Our sun will burn for not much longer.
Fighting more should make us stronger.

But then again we perish faster.
Increase in number and disaster.
What if you could take your life.
Make a try to end this strife?

Dig a hole, scratch a wound.
There is no fate, just life ahead.