Ash Wednesday
My shit anxieties
left all the roads we took
and all we tried to be
And all the friends i loved I've lost
count all the drunken souls
they all came at a cost I know
we get no sympathy
and all that we can be is lost
drained our dusty blood, and filled our empty cups, and drank it without thought
we stole and spat the gas, set fire to our hearts
we live in the remains, the ashes of the feast, as I sleep thru one more day
if there is a god
ask mercy onto me, I've lost
and I swear it's the last
you'll ever hear from me, my love
Autor(es): Toy Kjeldaas, Jonas Thire, Larsh Kristensen, Espen Helvig