Kamprads Taste My Brain
Watch the devil dance upon my room where our bed is cold
Pray I'll take this day and make it to my very special own
Hear the trafficlights letting all the people step aside
Twist and turn, change the gear, take it back and push rewind
Let the doctors taste my brain, what will they find
I can blame on someone else, just pass me by
I guess your mum and dad let you know they are all so proud
Hope you feel you're very much alive
The pictures on my wall keeps moving on to another life
Turn the radio on so you can hear and we will brake the ice
Can you hear the outside calling for your soul, so sell your mind
This will be the last of everything, I kiss your hands goodbye
