Oh What A Mess You've Got Yourselves Into

Spill it out, I want the whole picture All of my tears totally outdid you Inner sadness, prescribed in tangents Severed mind, augmented fragments Open the can of worms, let ‘em untie over the concrete Hope that in time they’ll find soil, before their blood boils From here it’s easy, all laid out, bet on a colour, bet on a doubt “Oh what a mess you’ve got yourselves into” I turn back to you and look into your eyes, nothing else matters, we’ve got our slice “Oh what a mess they’ve got themselves into” Vilken röra ni har hamnat i. Vilken sorglig röra. Jag skulle aldrig hamna i en sån röra. Aldrig. Jag kommer aldrig bli en av alla kryp som hamnar i en röra. Jag älskar dem som älskar mig och bara dem som älskar mig. Vilken röra ni har hamnat i. Vilken röra. Vilken röra Translation: What a mess you've wound up in. What a sorry mess. I would never end up in such a mess. Never. I’ll never become one of those insects who end up in a mess. I love those who love me and only those who love me. What a mess you've wound up in. What a mess. What a mess