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 Mr. Hubris

Cold you called me.

You were my only company, though.

Tore my heart apart and from bone

with the icicles from the stone heart you own.

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Du har et tredelt hjerte.

Delene er sammenføyd

og arrene viser et fredsmerke.

Sett utenfra står det opp-ned,

men ikke ovenfra slik du ser det.

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I light a yellow candle

as if it's our fellow vandal.

I hope he shout as he burns

and dies as I blow it out.

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No understanding.

When I talk

you talk what I say away.

When I open up

you put up a wall.

When I'm optimistic

you're sceptical.

You are no friend of mine.

I'm never gonna tell you what's on my heart again.

Because you don't want to understand.

You want to stand above me.

You never even try.

You never ask my why and how.

You never ask me why I'm shy.

You want to see my body only.

Feel it and put your self in it.

Hide in me as if I'm empty,

so you don't have to see any.

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You're eating me.

Can not forgive,

can not digest,

so you keep on eating.

But I can digest,

I can forgive, so I grow,

while you are weakened,

under the burden of the guilt

you can not get rid of.

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Mr Pretend he is normal

is so unusual.

No insight in any mind,

can not forgive and leave behind.

With no empathy to understand

creepy he cross the line

and act so crazy he blows my mind!

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Min hud er tynn uten fett under

og med kun et tynt lag muskler

går dine stikkende ord pil-rett inn

i organene mine.

Så ja, jeg blir fornærmet.

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Jeg skjærer dypt i papiret

med blyanten

istedenfor å skjære i armen med kniven.

Likevel renner det blod fra halsen

og ned til brystet

hvor de drypper ned på papiret

i hjerteformer.

De treffer dine blinde punkt

som dekker hele arket;

Det rene og feminine.

Du la så en skygge på det.

Ville ha det bort,

men da ble det røde sort.

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You don't get me, but ignore,

so I close the door.

You are no fun

not taking me seriously

and don't value sincerity.

You've always had your door closed

so this is fair.

You have only care for your own despair.

But you keep on pounding

and try to force your self in,

but with only threats and no regrets

you'll burn out like a cigarette.

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A man who can't say sorry

is a poor man.

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No Body

Your view is important to me

so I become what you think of me 
and melt my body away; 

You see me as nobody.

How can I have matter
when my view don't matter to you?
I try to make you aware 
by appearing more like air.

If you don't see my point then
I hope my bones get edgy enough 

to make a hole through the wall 

you have put up towards me.

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Ikke tro du skjønner hva jeg er

når du ser på skyggebildet

med ryggen mot lyset.

Du ser ikke engang omrisset av min kropp,

kun formen på en tykk, lang jakke.

Om du tror beskyttelse mot kulde

viser mitt sanne jeg

vet du sannelig lite om meg.

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Peter

I created a way to be

on the surface

to be seen.

With you I can just be.

Anyway you'll see.

That calms me.

I'm not used to be

vulnerable with

somebody.

I am used to scream

to be heard

by closed ears.

I don't need to fight with you

who has let yourself

be beaten by love already.

I am defeated

by your heartbeats

within me.

The mask slips away.

Too stiff

to follow the movement.

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Jon

Pisces

I use my flamethrower on you

so your waters perhaps evaporates

and your two fish is in fear of suffocation,

because you are being fishy again;

With one fish towards me and the other against,

which is very irritating.

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The Swiss tourist Daniel.

You are smart; Friendly.

Observing to see if you fit in somewhere;

An open mind you can stick your head into

or a soft body to sink against.

Soon you will just leave me

to be a face in the air to remember.

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Michael

Jeg strekker meg etter min elskede,

men når han er for trett til å komme og kysse meg

slikker jeg solen stedet og rekker min tunge til vinden.

Luften går ut og inn til bunnen av meg.

Jeg sykler med åpen munn

til han vil komme med tungen sin.

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If you have never experienced a heartbreak before

I understand you are just looking for fun

and with your approach to women

you will ever experience it either.

Pretty sad really, because eve though it hurts

you would experience a depth more interesting

than sex will ever be.

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You texted me: Hi, 

that you should never have said good bye.
Then you came, stayed for a bit and said: 

We ought never to meet again!,
but left me with the taste of your dick in my mouth forever.

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Når jeg var opptatt av deg

og du var borte fra meg​

var også jeg fra meg

og ble vill.

Så nå har jeg tatt deg 

fra topp til tå inn i meg

så jeg kan kjenne deg

når jeg vil.

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I fear you are a pig

that get slippy from the mud you roll around in.

When you splash and think I am in on it it's scary

because I am a cat that wants to be dry behind the ears.

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After I told him how fucked up I was

he said: You're an angel!

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Mitt lange hår omfavner ditt korte.

Ditt hode går inn mellom bena mine

helt opp i mitt hode.

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Jeg vil rydde vannet

av landet mellom oss.

Vise grunnen til det

som omgir oss alle.

Så vi bestandig

kan gå til hverandre.

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Mannens romslige, varme blikk

smelter jenta fra mammaens grep

og kaller frem den innesperrede kvinnen bak de to

med ro i sitt sinn til å utføre livskallet.

Jenta kan leke fritt når kvinnen kan elske.

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Tomhet er baksiden av suget

Å spise, røyke eller ruse seg hjelper ikke.

Suget er mer omfattende.

Tomheten rommer hele meg,

så jeg vil trenge gjennom deg

slik at tomheten som følger med

gir hver celle som blir berørt av ditt innerste

plass til å vibrere.

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Jeg vil svelge meg

og fordøyes i ryggraden.

Hengi meg til kroppens dans

av kjærlighet

til buktende armer og ben

og smelte inn i din tunge.

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If you don't want to feed and protect me

I don't need you as a buddy

I need you to wrap yourself around me

so I can unwrap myself

and lose face

when the world is a fist in mine

and I'm lost

and all i want to do is get into you.

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Skal du nærme deg en kvinne

bør du gjøre det med ørene.

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Sometimes I feel so different

and distant from the men i talk to.

As a bird singing from a branch on a tree.

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Klaus

Jeg holder deg i kinnene

i stedet for å kysse

fordi din tunge er uten ende.

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Jeg har fått nok av katteaktige menn

som bare vil gni seg inntil noen

for så å gå

uten tanke på andre enn seg selv etterpå.

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