Writhen

To get out of smell of mould
 To get back on your feet again
 Let every god have his day
 And again
 The leather is black
 As I lie on fragments of glass
 More broke than ever
 No more ti amo
 Trying not to hate
 The guts we all have
 'Cause I got the guts
 And I feel the guilt
 Now we still hate It
 When we play the part of the Greek
 Vanhaa suolaa
 Siihen haavaan
 Joka vuotaa edelleen
 And who swore not to let it out
 In here just to see the roots
 Rot away in one's feet
 So better ring the bell of whoredom
 If it wants to ring
 Or just forget all perverse offerings
 The writhing stays the same even
 If you got the guts
 And you feel the guilt
 Now we still hate It
 When we play the part of the Greek
 Vanhaa suolaa
 Siihen haavaan
 Joka vuotaa edelleen
 Minne sattuu
 Ihmiseen
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 Vanhaa suolaa
 Siihen haavaan
 Joka vuotaa edelleen