Oh What a Mess You've Got Yourselves Into

Spill it out, I want the whole picture
All of my tears totally outdid you
Inner sadness, prescribed in tangents
Severed mind, augmented fragments

Open the can of worms, let ‘em untie over the concrete
Hope that in time they’ll find soil, before their blood boils
From here it’s easy, all laid out, bet on a colour, bet on a doubt
Oh what a mess you’ve got yourselves into
I turn back to you and look into your eyes, nothing else matters, we’ve got our slice
Oh what a mess they’ve got themselves into

Vilken röra ni har hamnat I. Vilken sorglig röra. Jag skulle aldrig hamna I en sån röra. Aldrig. Jag kommer aldrig bli en av alla kryp som hamnar I en röra. Jag älskar dem som älskar mig och bara dem som älskar mig. Vilken röra ni har hamnat I. Vilken röra. Vilken röra