A Sentence of Sorts in Kongsvinger

I spent the winter on the verge of a total breakdown

while living in norway

I felt the darkness of the black metal bands

but being such bum of a man I didn't burn down any old

churches

just slept way too much

just slept

my mind rejects your frequency, it started craziness

to me

is it a soul, a fever?

the tv man is too loud, I'm faintly sleeping on a

cloud

you turn the dial, I'll try and smile

we live in plastic weather, this family sticks

together

we will escape from the south to the west side

my mind rejects your frequency, it's just verbosity to

me

ah...

I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book

while trying to restructure my character

because it had become vile to its creator

and through many dreadful nights

I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of

and waiting for some high time to come again

(dirty old child, oh, stay away

don't play your games with me

I am older now, I see the way you operate

if you don't hurt me, then you die...)