How do they kill children?
Trivselkväll på det lokala berget… Ja, jag går väl dit då. då det är sista gången för i år…. Jag har hört att där finns starköl så OK då.
Ja just ja, jag har ju gått och blivit 35 år också… tur att man ser ut och beter sig som 27… snart 25 ;)
Undrar om man ska dra en till sthlm-resa kanske… pengarna skriker nej men jag vill säga annorlunda…
I could be a smack freak
And hate society
I could hate God
And blame Dad
I might be in a Holocaust
Hate Hitler
Might not have a child
And hate school
I could be a sad lover
And hate death
I could be a neuro
And hate sweat
No
I hate my way
I make you in to a song
I can’t rise above the church
I’m caught in a jungle
Vines tangle my hands
I’m always so hot and it’s hot in here
I say it’s all right
My pillow screams too
But so does my kitchen
And water
And my shoes
And the road
I have a gun in my head
I’m invisible
I can’t find the ice
A slug
I’m TV
I hate
A boy, he was tangled in his bike forever
A girl was missing two fingers
Gerry Ann was confused
Mr. Huberty
Had a gun in his head
So I sit up late in the morning
And ask myself again
How do they kill children?
And why do I want to die?
They can no longer move
I can no longer be still
I hate
My way
/K. Hersch