Original Language: Swedish
Kent - Dom Andra
Kent - The Others

A lonely woman looks for a man
Answer to: The heart tells the truth
A pessimist in his best form
I predict blood, it smells like sorrow

A thirst for love of an extraterrestrial
A wonder who betrayed who first
Eat fat and sugar until you vomit
or become a four-ton martyr
Sell yourself, sell yourself expensive

Come and borrow my thorncrown
Suffer for the art or burn
I fight and keep my body warm
A dream of mom's tender embrace

A thirst of love...
And I become gladly a martyr
We probably need a new one
Sell yourself, sell yourself expensive

A middle finger at the dead,
we walked over corpses
and aired our love,
our rich inner life
But the plates to heaven
were over when we came here
And the price we payed
To be classed as elite
Was that we became like the others
We became like the others (x2)

And we won't get any further
We're back at zero
But nobody will mourn us
We have played out our role
We forget all the shit
It means nothing
We should have come further
But we couldn't reach it
We became like the others (x3)

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