A keresés eredménye

Optical Illusion

My aura shines as indigo
The human is fragile, a shivering rowan
You can laugh or then you can wake up
I´m sitting alone here in the back of the class
How can you ever tell what someone is going trough?
The shades of grey are colors for a color blind
You can feel, you can´t
We are all just islands
Or then we can try to see rainbows
I can be hard to reach from here
I´m already too far, I have to start all over again
For the last time you think where we ended
But wolfs are still howling and sheep are baaing
 
If this song isn´t important, it doesn´t make any sense
You only feel the movement after the stop, when the marten goes pop
 
The world led me to an optical illusion
I cried so many years for nothing
When you look at me today, you can see me glowing
Even though this would be the last day, the last day
 
I´m open and naked on the operating table
Only metaphors are protecting my willy
To say the least, a modest palace
This body of mine, the mind eats junk as food
But don´t judge a duck by its feathers
The children of light have it hard
Fragile is strong and sensitive is tough
When you know you have a mission here
And I feel that I´ve accomplished it know
Even the curly feelings are straightened
A mother carries her child to home
And not one of us will never go over the bar
 
If this song isn´t important, it doesn´t make any sense
You only feel the movement after the stop, when the marten goes pop
 
The world led me to an optical illusion
I cried so many years for nothing
When you look at me today, you can see me glowing
Even though this would be the last day, the last day
 
Everytime I ended up in an optical illusion
I picked out a best of my negatives
I turned it upside down, then I saw the colors
I was smiling all the time, you just looked at me wrong
And now my aura can fit all the colors of the world
And I smile even though this would be my farewell party
 
The world led me to an optical illusion
I cried so many years for nothing
When you look at me today, you can see me glowing
Even though this would be the last day, the last day
 
The world led me to an optical illusion
I cried so many years for nothing
When you look at me today, you can see me glowing
Even though this would be the last day, the last day
 

Celeste

Can darkness be sucked into itself
It roams with energy when thinking about heaven
Souls fall in love not the bodies
I don't know if I forgot about that or if you just didn't have a name
Life is three thousand meters, you're a water obstacle
You always made me continue, always made me quit
When in our dreams we're playing dozens again
When I'm polishing your darkened spoons
 
And the less I remember about you
The more perfect you become
I'm not even sure if you're a woman or a drug
But I know I'll die to this longing
Good girls go to heaven
But bad girls have fun
Good girls go to heaven
But bad girls have fun
(Celeste) [x4]
 
I'm writing rhymes, does anyone hear them
They ask 'what about the fact that nothing's ever enough'
This is like heroin, not so clean
I can't tell pain apart from the celebration of senses
Monday blackens and I fall in love on Friday
Time has turned memories to diamonds in the sky
There'll be 100 000 black Christmas
One night of the school of double life
I'm going on with the power from the next experience
The next meaningless victory
I have one memory of the thing I'm looking for
The photo of you that I lost when I cheated on myself
 
Doesn't think about life, doesn't think about death
We're just existing here
 
Good girls go to heaven
But bad girls have fun
Good girls go to heaven
But bad girls have fun
(Celeste) [x8]
 
Thanks for reading my translation! If you approve it, remember to leave thanks :) If you want to use my translation somewhere, ask for my permission and credit me wherever you use it.

The Cathedral of St. Vitutus*

If you're not a believer, start believing
Boy, welcome to the new neighbourhood
Here nothing's like it used to be
All you trusted has changed, just like that
 
The world's most beautiful, dreamy internet
I was yours completely
But I guess in the end it was only an ugly mistake
That we should have all the information in our homes
The beautiful algorithms pried out my ugly sides
It's no use being on Insta if Sanni doesn't take a peek at you**
I am so alone, my head stays the same all summer and winter long
Here good intentions are buried under nonsense
 
When the facts grow dim, being civilized is boring
Even if the extreme ends of the spectrum were extremely wrong
Shut up dad, go and suck your own dick
You only do what someone told you to
I guess I'm not from here, I was found at the station
On RDX, I came from an exoplanet
And I was stupid enough to think that here deduction rules
When something nonexistent leaves you empty handed
 
What is sacred, I don't believe in anything
Not in the big bad dough or a good soul
We stay stupid and cynical
When nothing lasts
Except being pissed off
 
The post-truth church of the flesh
Quiet rooms of noise
Distances as long as the words
Between the lines an entire world
At the end of the rainbow nothing but a paranoia of binaries
The stars are faxing dead light
The eternal state of being pissed off***
 
If you're not a believer, start believing
Boy, welcome to the new neighbourhood
Here nothing's like it used to be
All you trusted has changed, just like that
 
That's where the hate storm started, another scandal was initiated
The kids are dying of boredom if there's no fighting
I'm not messed up enough to be completely nuts
But not sane enough to have had anything work out
The truth is found on Jodel, what are they yodeling about?
The world is a machine, daddy is fumbling with the modem
I can't feel my profile, face is numb****
I bought a Tamagotchi
A naughty boy who has wilted in the corner
 
I only read the same books and watch the same movies
All over again from the beginning, the resolution is obvious
I've sometimes talked to the clouds, and the cloud answered
I wanted to raise a question
but the question raised me
 
The post-truth church of the flesh
Quiet rooms of noise
Distances as long as the words
Between the lines an entire world
At the end of the rainbow nothing but a paranoia of binaries
The stars are faxing dead light
The eternal state of being pissed off
 

Sirens

The beach is overrated
It's just a pile of pebbles
My mind is like a phone book
Full of names that don't matter
And occasionally a flash of something
I peel you like a clementine
It completely pierces my consciousness
And I get caught on that memory
As if, as if you'd be with me
I feel your scent, it's only delusion
Or have I died during the night?
Fallen asleep and stayed there
Maybe I never woke up
I'm staring at the ceiling eyes open
Like I never even rested
I'm back in that moment
Twenty-ten
At the beach of Maspalomas, sand in my eyes
You're smiling at the sun
My back hurts yet I just stay quiet
 
I have these four walls
From behind them I can't see you
But I hear your voice
 
And it feels so real
I get up, go to the balcony
And my eyes are searching for you from the outside door
 
Even though I'm alone in the darkness
Like sirens in the night
I hear your voice, voice
 
The difference between a person in love and a crazy person is gossamer
I wake up next to a strange lady
And coke ready on the phone screen
But they disappear when you eat a handful of Stella1
I wake up to the fire truck, it's night again
Always in sleep debt2
New York 2012, I think I'm there
We always woke up to the siren
And we made love, do you still remember?
I fall asleep and wake up, wake up and fall asleep
Everything is just repeated, this has already happened
When I lay here on the bed and look back to the memory
It creates a new memory
And the imaginations, I tend to start believing in them
Falling in love and becoming crazy, I can't do it
 
Even though I'm alone in the darkness
Like sirens in the night
I hear your voice, voice
 
The number you have dialed is not valid
 
What do you mean it's not valid?
Your name is written with capital letters on my screen
 
Even though I'm alone in the darkness
Like sirens in the night
I hear your voice, voice
 
Everyone has missed (somebody)
And knows how the waiting has bothered
Like a sneeze that won't come
But is it a sneeze before it comes out of your mouth?
Tipi-tii on repeat in my mind
Top side of the moon,3 romantic Mickey D's
On Valentine's day 2015
Michael Gondry can not erase them
Is this all just a joke?
I'm stressin' like Avicii
We're that way similar
I don't know what's real anymore
This is a nightmare and soon I will wake up
Or is it the other way around?
You are a morphin dream running away
But I just want to get over the fact
That I just want to get on your lap
This won't end well
 
I have these four walls
From behind them I can't see you
But I hear your voice
Even though I'm alone in the darkness
Like sirens in the night
I hear your voice, voice
 

• 1. Stella = a brand of sleeping pills
• 2. lit. (I) always owe to sleep
• 3. onnen kukkulat is the nominative form of the Finnish idiom 'onnensa kukkuloilla' = over the moon. Tried to imitate that with my translation

Assholes

I step into the room, resembling your father
I take out the snake and these bitches scream for more
I ooze toxic testosterone
I have no reason to come out of this box
If you were a boss lady, baby
your euro would be a euro and not some fucking chicken feed
The roof is armored glass
I look at women and see only conquests and jailbaits
Yeah I fuck fans and surely you're the most beautiful
but when we talk it's all-male panel
And you have a honey trap between your legs
This is a dude-anthem and next comes the hook
 
Boys will be boys (That's right)
Humor is raunchy (That's right)
Hey dear brother, life is a game and it goes like this (That's right)
Boo-hoo-hoo it's not my fault
I'm a white hetero, others should content themselves
No, we're not letting assholes win (What?)
No, we're not letting assholes win
 
I'm a manly man, too wimpy or too small is not a man
A pacifist or a junkie is not a man, too beautiful or too feeble is not a man
You can already tell it from the word, feeble is a fag
You're not a real man, you're a pussy
A real man is what a real man wants to be
A real man is an asshole and there's nothing wrong with it
My car model is Janis Petke
A real man doesn't sentimentalize, he only coughs for a moment
He doesn't regret and never apologizes
and freezes drunk in the snow
 
Boys will be boys (That's right)
Humor is raunchy (That's right)
Hey dear brother, life is a game and it goes like this (That's right)
Boo-hoo-hoo it's not my fault
I'm a white hetero, others should content themselves
No, we're not letting assholes win (They say)
No, we're not letting assholes win
 
(What are they saying?)
And the third verse is for the little asses
Excuse me, I meant for the little ones
And those few idiots who snort peas up their nose
Soon I can't go to the local supermarket anymore
When kids sing these lines during break
I guess words become weapons, toy gun goes bang bang
And that's why I polish my shield
A chauvinist passive could clean up today
Someone else could do something about it
'Might as well try that one too', I'm liberal like that
I promise I won't do this again
but turn all the flaps around
 
Okay
Boys will be boys (That's right)
Humor is raunchy (That's right)
Hey dear brother, life is a game and it goes like this (That's right)
Boo-hoo-hoo it's not my fault
I'm a white hetero, others should content themselves
No, we're not letting assholes win
No, we're not letting assholes win
 

Love Song

You've never told me, dear
You've never told me you care
You know that I like you
and you can come to me whenever you want to
I can make a nest for you right here next to me
But I know that if I start to plan something
it won't work out, it's the law of drama or something
I've already imagined it four hundred and twenty times
Committed it to memory, how I would act
How I would brew some tea, tell you not to get a blister on your tongue
and then you'd laugh and realize
that I'd actually be just perfect for you
Or then you'd laugh and realize how lame I am
 
And I thought I'd found my own darling
I whispered into your ear: 'My dearest'
You told me, hey, Mikko, my friend
and looked me in the eye and showed me this
This wasn't, this wasn't, that love song
This wasn't, this wasn't, that love song
I'm alone
 
I shot myself in the head with a peashooter
only you didn't die with me, but said 'I'm moving come autumn'
Under palm trees, pleading for alms
I stood alone at the bus stop like Janos Valmunen1
You fell asleep in the bathroom, I passed out in the toilet
I made a song about you on TV, now I guess I'm testing you with it
Whether you even remember me, I still have the same spark
The song sold platinum but I never got you
You didn't ever say anything bad to me, just goodbye
And we didn't even really fight
I wanted to be more to you
and you can come to me whenever you want to
Oh fuck, I'm so lame
 
When I thought I'd found my own darling
I whispered into your ear: 'My dearest'
You told me, hey, Mikko, my friend
and looked me in the eye and showed me this
This wasn't, this wasn't, that love song
This wasn't, this wasn't, that love song
I'm alone
 

• 1. Janos Valmunen was a Finnish singer with a song called 'At the Bus Stop'

Paranoid #3

Versions: #2
(Hey, how have you been?)
 
Again on the same couch
How does it feel to be the one people meet after they've hit the rock bottom?
I used to come here gladly, (aha), I was searching for my soul
But one can't control themselves (Well yeah that's true...)
Dear diary
During the day I concentrated on inhaling
And during the evening to be quiet (shhh)
I'm waiting for every difficult morning
Every single night and keep count of them (Great)
 
And you're the one who decides
What is wrong and what is right? (Well I wouldn't exactly phrase it that way...)
Being stubborn,
When the mouth says scurrilous shit
Yackety-yack
This is an inquisition
Interest sponsors my own promo video
A big rabbit, Donnie Darko
Egg cartons are filling my walls
Guests who know less say
'What a nice home studio'
 
No, the heaven is falling
I won't clean or do the dishes anymore
It's futile
The recorder knocks, horrible laughter on the cord
I repent, I can't keep my mouth shut
I'm waiting on the doormat, next to the mail slot
That could they finally visit
Between the shades I'm lurking completely alone
That who is the one following me outside on the shade of the eaves
 
Psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho, psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Pain is just a sensation
Ambulance is just a ride
I can feel myself safe
Until I notice that my home is closed, oops
Scapegoat of the school social worker
The sick mind is the one blocking the toilets
And not any ignorant kid
They don't tend to
They're the ones who raised you too
 
I'm sorry for existing
I am not sick, not even when having cholera
I am listening to my neighbours like I would be working at Sonera 1
A pizza guy on your door: 'Hello, here's the pizza'
Don't open
Treatment plan meeting, room 10
Ten people, ten times
The feelings aren't going to die
Even when each time comparing to the previous one
 
The only pulse is impulse
Went two-folded
I have the power to turn the waters to wines
I wriggled on the cross, give me a kibbutz
On the mirror, I see Pertti Pasanen, Petri Gerdt and the Number of the Beast
Six Six Sicko
I am more than healthy
But I'm still spending my weekends here
 
Psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho, psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho
 

Paranoid #3

(Hey, how have you been?)
 
Again on the same couch
How does it feel to be the one people meet after they've hit the rock bottom?
I used to come here gladly, (aha), I was searching for my soul
But one can't control themselves (Well yeah that's true...)
Dear diary
During the day I concentrated on inhaling
And during the evening to be quiet (shhh)
I'm waiting for every difficult morning
Every single night and keep count of them (Great)
 
And you're the one who decides
What is wrong and what is right? (Well I wouldn't exactly phrase it that way...)
Being stubborn,
When the mouth says scurrilous shit
Yackety-yack
This is an inquisition
Interest sponsors my own promo video
A big rabbit, Donnie Darko
Egg cartons are filling my walls
Guests who know less say
'What a nice home studio'
 
No, the heaven is falling
I won't clean or do the dishes anymore
It's futile
The recorder knocks, horrible laughter on the cord
I repent, I can't keep my mouth shut
I'm waiting on the doormat, next to the mail slot
That could they finally visit
Between the shades I'm lurking completely alone
That who is the one following me outside on the shade of the eaves
 
Psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho, psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Pain is just a sensation
Ambulance is just a ride
I can feel myself safe
Until I notice that my home is closed, oops
Scapegoat of the school social worker
The sick mind is the one blocking the toilets
And not any ignorant kid
They don't tend to
They're the ones who raised you too
 
I'm sorry for existing
I am not sick, not even when having cholera
I am listening to my neighbours like I would be working at Sonera 1
A pizza guy on your door: 'Hello, here's the pizza'
Don't open
Treatment plan meeting, room 10
Ten people, ten times
The feelings aren't going to die
Even when each time comparing to the previous one
 
The only pulse is impulse
Went two-folded
I have the power to turn the waters to wines
I wriggled on the cross, give me a kibbutz
On the mirror, I see Pertti Pasanen, Petri Gerdt and the Number of the Beast
Six Six Sicko
I am more than healthy
But I'm still spending my weekends here
 
Psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho, psycho, psy-psycho-cho
What a pity, alas, how much we have to cope with
Woe, if you just could by any means keep it at the minimum
Psycho
 
Psycho
 

• 1. Sonera is a former Finnish telecommunications company which has now merged with the Swedish company Telia

I don't l****you

I am not emotionally handicapped
I have feelings
But I'll shut my mouth from emotions
Which one should I punish, the mouth or the feelings
When I can't speak
I can only ram?
Allegedly I can't say 'my love'
Yeah, I can't, I'll take it back
It is such an ugly word
That no matter how drunk I see you on the street
I'll swallow it down
Am I inclined to be bitter
I guess I needed something more reliable
I still have my brain
And I'll let the brain train my senses
If I don't see you, smell you, hear you, I can't **** ***
A flower, I'll let you wilt
I'll kill you from my heart, I don't need you
 
I don't miss your smell
I don't want to be next to you
I don't believe your lies
I don't miss you, not much
Times are changing
I smashed your flower pot
You wore me out to exhaustion
I had to close the lid
I won't let my cheeks
To get wet, I'll resist
That funny feeling
I don't **** you
 
It didn't work out properly
I feel clean
Does your conscience hurt?
I knew you
But I didn't know properly
You changed into something else
Than the picture I have of you
That pictureI used to ****
Now the picture's a memory, it used not to be
It used to be of my wife, children and loans
But it went with you
I was sure that it'd last
When you jump off the swing that then it's permanent
And if someone suddenly asks me
Then the feelings are gone and shall be gone from now on too
I am not bitter about it being over
I am bitter about you being
You took time away from me, you pulled it past me
And time is money, I want that money back
 
I don't miss your smell
I don't want to be next to you
I don't believe your lies
I don't miss you, not much
Times are changing
I smashed your flower pot
You wore me out to exhaustion
I had to close the lid
I won't let my cheeks
To get wet, I'll resist
That funny feeling
I don't **** you
 
I'm shredding your letters
In film, you're scoffing of memories, fuck that
Before I would have died for you
And risen from the dead
To take away your pain
I would have run all the way to Africa
If you would have looked at me in a ****** way
You have a mask on
I'll cut it in half
Under it you're not smiling as mesmerizingly
I don't need you
I am just getting more sure of it
The salt can't get inside my wounds
So it's pointless to get sad
I ***** you
But I don't **** you anymore
I won't **** anyone
Ever again so thanks a lot!
 
I don't miss your smell
I don't want to be next to you
I don't believe your lies
I don't miss you, not much
Times are changing
I smashed your flower pot
You wore me out to exhaustion
I had to close the lid
I won't let my cheeks
To get wet, I'll resist
That funny feeling
I don't **** you
 

Beauty Spoiled the Butterfly

Versions: #2
It's just a song, it doesn't change a thing
And if it brings joy to someone, then acrimony to someone else
The sun rose so the life must have a course
When everything is already said, nothing new here
Sketching a worldview for myself
When the media tries to paint it foul
Even though knowledge and care are long-forgotten
I'll stay pretty and soft because I have balls for that
Good news, you can have everything
Everyone can because universe belongs to everyone
Success is an illusion, always made up by the ego
And the fear of death wants to pour your soul full of concrete
The enemy is between your ears
It's just the imagination, screaming alone and in agony
Living on the Tellus is still insignificant
The last days of wisdom, beauty spoiled the butterfly
 
The pretty, they all suffer from the condition
Where everything is nothing
But more, you have to get endless admiration
The most insane people are the pretty
They all suffer from the condition
Where everything is nothing
But more, you have to get endless admiration
 
They're just words, they don't mean anything
Out from the left one if they go in the right ear
Like some crummy pictures of the mind
I'm thinking of white blood cells when I'm speaking of the blood reds
When I'm reading history I wonder what happened to us
I guess humans just fell too much in love with their intelligence
Raised themselves up to the position of their God
And we'll forever fight over the differences in interpretations
What is relevant, or even real?
Long term it is quite a short list
Through words, we meet each other here
Who will get whom, to buy their own story?
Who will be questioning when the majority is applauding?
We learned to talk, but words hurt
Beauty spoiled the butterfly, the benefit became the trouble
When everyone has an answer, there's no need for conversation
 
The pretty, they all suffer from the condition
Where everything is nothing
But more, you have to get endless admiration
The most insane are the pretty
They all suffer from the condition
Where everything is nothing
But more, you have to get endless admiration
The pretty, they all suffer from the condition
Where everything is nothing
But more, you have to get endless admiration
The most insane are the pretty
They all suffer from the condition
Where everything is nothing
But more, you have to get endless admiration
The pretty, they all suffer from the condition
Where everything is nothing
But more, you have to get endless admiration
The most insane are the pretty
They all suffer from the condition
Where everything is nothing
But more, you have to get endless admiration
The most insane are the pretty
 
These are only some lyrics, they don't teach anything
They don't stop, they don't start
But I'll give you one piece of advice, life is young
Grow to be bigger than your crust
These are only some lyrics, they don't teach anything
They don't stop, they don't start
But I'll give you one piece of advice, life is young
Grow to be bigger than your crust
 

A Corny Dream

I am as old as Teletext and just as useless
As old as a Saarioinen's pizza 1, when do you eat me?
As old as the night, as old as Yö2
You can love your children only if you hit them
A unicorn melted on a rainbow
It was just a corny dream
We're reading Alfie Atkins in Malminkartano3
We're tolerant and so discreet
Let's think of Africa for instance
And understand that it is a lot more than just a place
Let's dream of a sandwich cake4
The barrel of a pistol tastes like licorice
We didn't wake up in a better tomorrow after all
So I'll concentrate on drinking
 
This isn't a mental disorder
This isn't a technical problem
This isn't any candid camera show, this is a corny dream
This isn' a mental disorder
This isn't a technical problem
This is a corny dream, dream
 
Kill, son!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill so that it becomes a way of life!
Torch up your maternity package!
Rock, peace, and love!
Kill, son!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill so that it becomes a way of life!
Or else you will follow me to decaying leaves
Dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream
 
In a deep mountain has Agamemnon,
In the splatter of the wet sun,
Walked this road so that you don't
Have to repeat my mistakes
I'm not strong, I am a dickhead
I wasn't before, but I became this
Shouldn't we face the truth already: we won't become happy
I always have thought too much, I'm a star of thinking
Like Leo-Pekka but my brain false started5
And yet I am singing of love
Even though the last time I loved myself is long ago
No one is interested in the whole picture
You know, not even a whole selfie
Block me, today it would be the smartest
I am a train crash, you can't look away
 
This isn't a mental disorder
This isn't a technical problem
This isn't any candid camera show, this is a corny dream
This isn' a mental disorder
This isn't a technical problem
This is a corny dream, dream
 
Kill, son!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill so that it becomes a way of life!
Torch up your maternity package!
Rock, peace, and love!
Kill, son!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill so that it becomes a way of life!
Or else you will follow me to decaying leaves
Dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream
 
And when I get back to my palace
I drop three Xanaxes in my mouth
And alone I ride a unicorn naked around the galaxy
But it is just my corny dream
 
This isn't a mental disorder
This isn't a technical problem
This isn't the funniest home videos
This isn't a mental disorder
This isn't a technical problem
This is a road to middle of nowhere
 

• 1. Saarioinen is a Finnish foodstuffs concern which produces the known but unhealthy and cheap microwave pizzas
• 2. Yö ('Night') is a Finnish rock band founded in the 80's
• 3. Malminkartano (Maltsu) is a suburb of Helsinki. Pyhimys is from Malminkartano and often mentions it in his songs
• 4. Smörgåstårta, see info in comments
• 5. See comments for info

Universal Snowfalke

Should have just
Should have just been like others
Be quiet like others, mouths shut
Quiet about Teemu Selänne 1
But talking brought the bread and took it from the front of me
I don't dare to screw up here
I am the stickman, who will vlog me to the death?2
I touch the screen, search for gut feeling
Reality is tough, my home is sack fluff
 
Kali Yuga, I can't hesitate anymore
Summer recreating, my ass doesn't fit into the seat
The spirit of Hegel, taming the drudge
The black snow falls
The mouth is open, I shut it
There wasn't anything own, I was just imagining
Not my own fingerprint, the unique retina
Dodge, we're cutting a lot to a bunch
Cane bundle, skinhead cross flag
 
I don't see, I don't see
The road to anywhere here
Cut off my head, I can't get away otherwise
My head, my head, full of shit is my head
These eyes, pierce them so that I can't see shit anymore
 
Morning exercises, a hundred trade union moves
I wake up at six, squeezing to the traffic to hurry
Pasi told me to buy Air Maxes
We had team jumpsuits like it would always be penkkarit 3
I am drooling over my neighbor's cattle and wife
You grow straight, I am attention whoring
A moment will be granted, that 15 sec
So that you will turn yourself in and that you can be cleaned out
 
Bullying smaller ones is the only common delight
I shout my own facts 120 kg on me
Freedom of speech, bullshit disease
Jackets open, dummies, it's mass season now
My whole life I have stood on my head
If I had chosen correctly, I'd be a specialist doctor
But I just can't sign this
I amn't for or against this, I just want to detach
 
I don't see, I don't see
The road to anywhere here
Cut off my head, I can't get away otherwise
My head, my head, full of shit is my head
These eyes, pierce them so that I can't see shit anymore
 
The glass is not half full, it's shattered
The water turns into wine, now it's urine
The words shattered to the sayers' teeth
And all snowflakes are identical
 
The glass is not half full, it's shattered
The water turns into wine, now it's urine
The words shattered to the sayers' teeth
And all snowflakes are identical
 
This is the return of the beginning of the end
Long knives and cowardice
Think hard about what you want
-when it comes true afterall
'So I have changed?'
The other mirror to the other one
I am stuck on a bar stool
The Earth rotated to the right
 
Who has the means to say
'No minimum wages!'
50's stone house
Being mad at mom
Oh, so we are now picky
When shitty jobs aren't good enough for us?
We should be kilometers when we are born
But we just owe our lives
 
I don't see, I don't see
The road to anywhere here
Cut off my head, I can't get away otherwise
My head, my head, full of shit is my head
These eyes, pierce them-
...And all snowflakes are identical
 

• 1. Teemu Selänne
• 2. Risumies
• 3. Penkkarit

1%

Life can feel absurd
But it's the most important part of the biz
And the world can feel unscrupulous, but a carcass is the closest thing to a human that there can be.
what could one be? If, for instance, one was arrogant?
When we die away to the void anyway (away x3)
Why can't I be like those whom I idolize?
When a good shirt feels shitty on you
And good food tastes shitty in your mouth
It won't transform the goodness itself to shit
it's a complety different thing
 
It's the time of the world when modesty is weakness
When people don't rise to the barricades from their sofas
When the system doesn't bend before the human (The power is in the structures x2)
How does this differ from giving Putin power
When I already live under ones and zeroes
Oh under the northern starAllah *
I vow you Vallah
That brother when we lose we lose this game together
Snow to my own fiscal sustainability, thank you
One Imovane** of sleep in a week is enough for me
I'm sucking cultural content from the internet,
I know the name of every vagina - breeding
Again they're recruiting workforce to this
Treadmill which takes all gives little
They show squiggles of the increasing standards of living
It doesn't correlate with wellbeing but not many seem to notice
the lapse,
I see the greed protecting the achieved benefits and others fornicating for it
Even though money is only a convention, banks are calculation formulas
So we appreciate dollars more than happiness
 
Life can feel absurd
But it's the most important part of the biz
And the world can feel unscrupulous, but a carcass is the closest thing to a human that there can be.
what could one be? If, for instance, one was arrogant?
When we die away to the void anyway (away x3)
 
I want to belong to the percent
The single one
The ruling one
I want to belong to the percent
When I can't save everyone, I'm just part of the problem
 
Life can feel absurd
But it's the most important part of the biz
(I can't save everyone, I'm just part of the problem)
 
Life can feel absurd
But it's the most important part of the biz
And the world can feel unscrupulous, but a carcass is the closest thing to a human that there can be.
what could one be? If, for instance, one was arrogant?
When we die away to the void anyway
When a good shirt feels shitty on you
And good food tastes shitty in your mouth
It won't transform the goodness itself to shit
it's a complety different thing
 
It's obnoxious armament race
The hollower the shell is, the more there is noice
We can't see any values in the bottom
The good few