Eikka stuff

The wind id blowing in my face,
I try to slow down my pace,
mascara running from my eyes
I wish I never told these lies.

Feeling tired, feelin weak,
Never want to hear you speak.
You took the will from my life,
The thing that saves you is this knive.

Höf. brynja Sóley

Eikka stuff 2 (óklárað)

Put me on drugs, give me some pills,
I want to live to feel all these thrills.
I don´t feel alive, my mind is all numb,
these drugs make me feel so very dumb.


Making you cry, making you bleed,
but you´ll always yell, yell out in need.
You always make me feel so cheap,
Now I just see myself as a creep.