[Verse 1: Jens Kidman]

A slow violence of words

This injurious game you play

Spiteful syllable strings

Arranged and tied into weapons

[Verse 2: Jens Kidman]

The incisions of your tongue

The slashing

The deliberate cuts run deep and wide

Whatever carved the pedestal you occupy

Was set on this resulting divide

[Bridge: Mårten Hagström & Jens Kidman]

I see through your vain pretence

The veil of you has been parted

Pure and fair, you fly on wings up high

Pharisaical

You are faultless

[Spoken word: Tomas Haake]

Of all the wounds I expected

Heartbreak, bereavеment and despair

I nevеr saw this coming

The gashes of your betrayal