The Dig-Battered/Frode Glesnes

[Music: Herl鴈 / Glesnes, Lyrics: Olaisen] I hate with what is left of me Too blind to reason Too dumb to know I don＇t care... I probed your f**king head there was nothing there But I hope to God that when I step back, I will see I was wrong, tough I know that I＇m not Hard on the outside, ripe within But when I dig, I find... I paint these walls with what is left of you I blend I shade, but it＇s all, white on white Some day you might look back on who you were But if you can think, I＇m pressed to believe You will find it hard to get up off your knees but... It takes manifest in this, Clarity/rage That I stacked up, And now it＇s all coming down You social slave, You better be gone That you insist to persist Doesn＇t make you a man Ashamed, when I find that all that you are... A living confirmation of my thoughts But when it all goes down you should know this: That you need a fix need a push over this, Cause the hour has come The world has moved on Peel a layer of social distortion Your face is laid bare, and this notion springs... I fear if I know you, and God do I know you, It＇s all for the best Ignorance is bliss And now you＇ve come round You＇re complete, you＇re profound You＇re perfect In a certain way But here you lay, just a frame, just a shame, Cause time caught up Caught up with you today Hard on the outside Ripe within But when I dig I find things You would not believe