Transponder - Fyr

Indifference, a reoccurring theme

We’re pissing down a landfill

Of dilapidated dreams

It all seems distant, as if out of our control

Fast-forwarding existence

While we ease into our suffocating molds

This was meant for you

Tantalizing pipe dreams:

A pastime free of charge

On the run from the world

And yourself all at once

Caught in the narrowing gap

Between all that surrounds you

And all that you are

Surrender and break free of your restraints

Gently close your eyes and it feels like falling

Faint echoes of escape

Retransmit these thoughts off to somewhere we’re not

Pleading for justice, put your trust in thin air

Leaving, neglecting what’s in fact there

Ett hjärtslag i sänder

Vi sänder inifrån

Vårt budskap, transponder — låt det ej förgås

Vi famlar i mörkret på levnadslustens gräns

Vi bönar, transponder, bär vår frekvens