Cold things

Cold things
(Lag / texti: Ragnhildur Gísladóttir og Herdís Hallvarðsdóttir / Inga Rún Pálmadóttir og Herdís Hallvarðsdóttir)

Lonesome and frightened, weary and troubled
All by myself ‘cause you’ve gone away.
Darkness comes creaping blacks out the daylight.

Why me?
I hate you all.
I feel like murder.
Crawling up the wall.
Feeling like shootin’ them all
I’m nothing, nothing at all.
Someone help me to get out of this.
I can’t make it through this hell.

What do you live for, what do you look for?
It’s not for me, it’s nothing, it’s nothing.
I’m feeling crazy, my feat burn me.
My heart is exploding, give me cold distance.

What do you live for, what do you look for?
It’s not for me, it’s nothing, it’s nothing.
All that I got left are dead and cold thins.
I hate it, I break it, I don’t care about it.

Why me?
I hate you all.
I feel like murder.
Crawling up the wall.
Feeling like shootin’ them all
I’m nothing, nothing at all.
Someone help me to get out of this.
I can’t make it through this hell.

[af plötunni Grýlurnar – Grýlurnar]