Time is the fire in which we burn*

The spirits burn my belly
remordimientos infernales
som aldrig slutar skrika
remontándome al pasado
atormentan el alma
Anima Sola
bogged down
som aldrig tar slut
the nails dig deep in the walls
which surround this mental crap
from whence a door
revolves, spins
Alas! Mobil Avenue
WTF? Spins round & round in my head
Make it stop reels
tills det lugnar ner sig
y la calma retorna
though the storm approaches
ty det är jag som vållar det
My guts who stir the longing
for the damned spirits!
Elden som sveder min själ
is just minutes away



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