De nætter

Sleepless nights are the hardest,

But I get it;

It’s when the mind wants to sleep but the heart is

Hoping for a bigger thrill.

To Measure Oneself

Sometimes the world seems so twisted,

Sometimes it only takes one thing to fuck you up,

At these times it can truly be measured,

What you’re really made of.

Make(Fake)-Up

Det kan nok være så fin en kunst,
at komme al slags maling i hovedet,
men jeg tænker om ikke Gud havde os ondt',

at vi kunne være maling foruden.

Om det at Længtes

Star, star
Reach down and save me
Star, star
Lift me up above gravity

Star, star
Amaze me with your wonders
Star, star
Awake me from those who blunders

På Dansk, kan Man også(budskab)

Der er mangen en Dansker der ter sig så ilde,
mon det kommer sig af ren og skær modedille?
Jeg syntes ej at kunne finde en højere mening
med folks behov for utålelig selv-promovering

Kan vi alle nu ikke bare behandle andre hueligt,
og ikke kun for at det skal blive alle folk skueligt
For det kan passe at man har ret til meget af hvert
men hvad er det hvis man altid er forkastet kun fordi man ikke har kunnet sig nær't?

Forstå at jeg er af en anderledes sort
jeg gjalder ikke op, dog jeg arbejder ligeså hårdt
på at bibeholde vort alsidige samfund
Men hvad mine hænder ej magter, må fuldbyrdes gennem mund

Så jeg sender dette digt
Med den kun ene hensigt
At muligvis kunne vende danskernes ansigt
Mod en søgen på bedre indsigt
 ...
Så, en konklusion man drage kan;
lad ej din grådighed føre dig an
For alle er jo kun et menneske
og elsk nu ham, som du skal elske din næste.

Om Tid

Oh time,
How do you seem to hold such a perfect line?
You're always running, never stopping, such a power, yet so fine

Sweet time,
Healing hands, forming lands, your greatness can only encline
You're like the perfect wife to man, an innocent concubine

Holy time,
Such a refine, no wise man can ever define

Will you be mine?

Om at Være til(Det er ikke nemt)

A wanderer in the night
Not afraid of the fright
He'll keep wandering the whole long night
Just fleeing the light

A stray walking with those who belong
She finds no comfort in these people she's among
She'll be living her whole life, knowing she doesn't belong
She'll never know it's wrong

We're all prisoners of our existence
It's a whirlpool surrounded by an inescapable fence
Everyone should live to know how it makes sense
Alas we are only prisoners of existence

There's a baby being left by his mother
He'll grow up to believe no one cares enough to bother
He'll be anxious to find answers, to find his mother
He knows he'll never be loved by no other

She's an only child, always getting what she wants
She's reckless, but she'll be changed by the next nine months
Because the man she'll run into in the ally knows what he wants
All her life, all she knows, will be torn like fragile bonds