m l i .

This year stops you
tied up
I get some rest
the shaking' voices in my head

Oh!
What's this?

Revolution
of the stolen generation
thousand opinions can't hold me back
you slip thru my fingers
true and vicious
the spectator comes besides the pretty ugly ones
he stands coming; he says go
friendly patient
pulling at loose strings
falling without rescue
bye
I'm losing, my glows are off
people never changes

Oh! always in my eye line
This is really happening
spiraling
cold like the sun
stop lying... or stop non-believing?

This year stops you
tied up
I get some rest
the shaking' voices in my head

Revolution
of the stolen generation
thousand opinions can't hold me back
you slip thru my fingers
true and vicious
the spectator comes besides the pretty ugly ones
he stands coming; he says go
friendly patient
pulling at loose strings
falling without rescue
bye
I'm losing, my glows are off
people never changes

When we fall

/Emelie Carlberg