Miserable people
(lag og texti Magnús Thorlacius)

I don’t believe a word that you say.
Drawing up the perfect image.
Climbing up the ladder of smiles.
Sending out a signal of lies.
What treasures do you keep in your mind.
If you’ve already showed them outside?

Your word
Following the herd
Keep wanting more
Miserable people like you

I don’t believe a word that you say
Drawing up the perfect image
Climbing up a mountain of glass
Sliding down the feeling won’t last
Louder than the one before you
Believing in alternative truth

Your word
Following the herd
Keep wanting more
Miserable people like you

Your word
Following the herd
Keep wanting more
Miserable people like you
Miserable people like you
Miserable people like you
Miserable people like you
Miserable people like you

Consumer overload
Always half alone
Keep wanting more
Miserable people like you

[af plötunni Myrkvi – Early warning]