Heart in Hand - Opeth

«Det är för bedrövligt.

Usch!

Vem fan är du?»

Take it as a threat now and leave

Drop of toxins flows to a habit

Tell me what it is you can’t see

Teeth grinding flesh in the sabbat

Factual drowning stream, you believe

Slaves will follow conspiracy

Turn the locks on brother and kin

Murder lust on affinity

War in utopia

Slay cornucopia for symmetry

The parody is real

And we’re biding time

And while losing ground, make sure to worship monarchy

Death is but a story in a land of borrowed wealth

The burdened scale weighs heavy with the hunt for dopamine

Intolerance disguised as a faith

In secrecy we shun empathy

Soul critique online far too late

A throne for the devout enemy

War in utopia

Slay cornucopia for symmetry

The parody is real

And we’re biding time

And while losing ground, make sure to worship monarchy

Death is but a story in a land of borrowed wealth

The burdened scale weighs heavy with the hunt for dopamine

When I was young

So, so much younger than today

It seemed easier to lead your life

There was no time to surrender

And no reason to perceive

The burden of pain

As it passed through our lives every year somehow

And it never really went away

Yet behind my door

Was a kingdom

A secret outline showed the way

To treasures of clay

And beads made of glass