1. BEHIND THE REMAINS

Pang! Precis som en mardröm. Krya på dig. Diablo es mi amigo. Krya på mig.
Caco-daemon seeds. Ring rats and killer bees. No escape. Wake up, repeat, dead.

I'm trapped behind the remains. No escape behind the remains.

Macabre tools torture my brain.
Elefanter på valium, Julius på føkkings speed.

I'm trapped behind the remains. No escape behind the remains.
I'm trapped behind the remains. Wake up, repeat, dead.


2. RUN BURN MOVE DIE

Bakst. Defecated into existence. Come of age at gunpoint.
Where do you even find your persistence? Bite your tongue, build your strength.

Run, burn. Suffer the children. Move, die. This land is a tomb.
Run, burn. With a will to withstand them. Move, die. Be a thorn in their eye.

Speck of dust in the annals of history. The outcome's either somber or bleak.
If you run then you'll burn. If you don’t move, you'll die.

Run, burn. Suffer the children. Move, die. This land is a tomb.
Run, burn. With a will to withstand them. Move, die. Be a thorn in their eye.


3. HALLWAY TO HELL

Doors are closing, noose is tightening. Don't tell me, I know I am failing.
The hallway to hell is lined with doors leading to more hallways and
doors leading to doors leading to doors leading to emo.

Please stop looking at me like that. I know I am not solving the task at hand.
Please don't tell me how to live my life. You don't know how it is to be a teen. Hopp.

The hallway to hell is lined with doors leading to the misty moors.
Step on in and start sinking, I bet you I will even fail at that.
You know why? Because I'm a teen.

Rivers run red with the blood of the fjortis.


4. THE OLD MAN AND THE INTERNET

Hark. Abhorrent beast. Like a nightmarish, stormful sea.
How might one wield this slithering, slithering snake?
Akin to a boat, axe or pen? In hushed tones spoken of, instrument of eternal wisdom.

Reveal thyself, lustful whore. Phew. Offering unto us the fall of man. Ih.

What godlessness, its magnitude and vastness overwhelming. Ahh.

I shall not partake in this blasphemy. Alas, what doth my eye spy?
Soft little furry things that battle stumblingly with childish glee. Let feline gayness ensue.