(Madder Mortem: "A Different Kind Of Hell", aus dem Album "Eight Ways", 2009)
There are many names for the place I'm in
It's a different kind of hell
There is room enough but too many stairs
No-one asks and no-one tells
It's a different kind of hell
With each door you pass
another set of traps revealed
Pin-on smirks that smell like fear
It's a different kind of hell
See behind the pretty faces
There's just no substance underneath
It's all a game, and how I hate it
when all their fancy words turn out to mean the same
Let it seep - let it slide
Let it fill you up
You'll feel the little cracks appear
The venom dancing in your blood
You're coming just in time to see me tear
It's a different kind of hell
See behind the pretty faces
There's just no substance underneath
It's all a game, and how I hate it
when all their fancy words turn out to mean the same
Just a little hope stretched far too long
It's a different kind of hell
Just a different kind of hell
Anmerkung: Das denke ich mir jeden Tag aufs Neue, wenn ich mir das üble Spiel der neoliberalen Bande und ihrer Vasallen in diesem Land und in der Welt anschauen muss ... "and how I hate it"! Ich wünschte nur, ich könnte diesen Frust und Zorn auch so irrsinnig aus mir herausschreien wie es Agnete M. Kirkevaag von Madder Mortem in diesem herrlich sperrigen Song tut: Norwegian
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