Djöfull eigið þið ekkert líf, eruð að athuga hvenær hún er að innskrá sig?
Farið út og drekkið ykkur full en ekki vera að athuga hvenær hulda innskráir sig á huga for crying out loud!
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Torn, I'm filthy
Born in my own misery
Stole all that you gave me
Control you claim you save me
The peace is dead in my soul
I have blamed the reason for
My intentions poor - Torn
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one - My Own Prison