veit ekki hvað skal segja, kannski meira “lyrics” en ljóð. Fór ekkert yfir stafsetninguna. Untitled: Crashed into every obstacle in my way all the colors simply turn to gray my ship sunk before it left the bay I need the reaper to get the fuck away Life is getting way to hard for me don't know what I'm supposed to be if you look close maybe you will see death is the only way to set me free disappointment, describes me best failure, my middle name you say my funeral, it will be your fest at...