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Hjólalag dagsins

Á leiðinni í vinnuna hlustaði ég á Catch without arms með Dredg. Þegar ég lagði af stað var um hálf mínúta búin af fyrsta lagi og þegar ég mætti í vinnuna var lagið tanbark að byrja og klukkan nákvæmlega 8:30. Ferðin tók því [4:11-30 + 4:13 + 4:12 + 4:46 + 3:26] 20:18 mínútur

Það var ansi kalt í morgun og mótvindur.

Lag dagsins er tanbark sem var að byrja þegar ég mætti, texinn er fyrir neðan.

The old returns while the new can bore
Because you're the one who fell
Into your self-created Hell
We wanted out

It took time to realize
It's a chore to recognize
What your world could take it's overgrown
Take it all the way now
Well soon, we'll take this all the way down

The old returns while the new can bore
Because you're the one who fell
Into your self-created Hell
There is no way out
When you build a stubborn shell
That shields from any help
We wanted out

You tried to maximize
But it came as no surprise
Your world is staked to your own dome
Take it all the way out
Well soon, we'll take this all the way down

Please, Don't, Go, Stay

The old returns while the new conform
Because you're the one who fell
Into your self-created Hell
There is no way out
When you build a stubborn shell
That shields from any help

(background screams--Took it away, bring it back, bring it back)

The old returns while the new conform
Because you're the one who fell
Into your self-created Hell

Take it all away now
There is no way out
There is no way out
When you build a stubborn shell
That shields from any help
We wanted out
We wanted out
lag dagsins