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P. Diamant: drums

R. Hansen: bass

R. Sjöblom: everything else

Sixteen minutes on the ground

Face down

Call my name and I’ll be dead

Lf l raise my head just turn around and leave

With a red spot on my corduroy sleeve

Hostage to my mind I am

My brain is a gun and my soul filled with holes

But it helps me sin

No doubt you know how helpless I feel

Deprived of sentiment

Yet on my fuckin’ knees

Since you left me hanging here

Cut the thread

My scar’s wide open

And my soul is yearning

But it helps me sin

But please don’t tell me how to feel

I’m gonna run into the lion’s den

Point me to the lion’s den

Straight into the lion’s den

All the stuff that I’ve locked in

Deep inside my soul of sin

The booth, the truth, their filthy truths

My soul, a hole, a deep dark hole of sin

Of sin