to whom it may concern(Arnold Melleby, 04.10.2016)

livin` a second hand life
is what I do
a casualty of love
is what I am
I don´t know where else to go
I don´t know where else to hide
burnin´ down
down to the ground
trust me
it´ll never be the same

I found God
but he never found me
I need a safe haven
just like you
you ask me if I´m sick
if i stay any longer
I sure as hell will be
losing your will to die
is a good thing
after all, life´s just a collateral for death

fuel the hatred
it´s been ten long years
the next ten
ain´t gonna be any shorter
show me the love
show me the money
stash your cash
until you see the sun no more
your royal madness
chase the dough `til there´s nothin` left to chase

soft spoken
a mouthful of bloody teeth all over the floor
then a stare
showing you the door
knowing right from wrong is never wrong
spread your holy water
all over my yard
watch my seeds grow into eternity
you say don´t believe me
of course, you do

where is your wisdom
where is your fury
give me the flesh
give me the bones
give me the blood
give me the soul
we both know
it´s time to move on
I´m in no mood for Edison`s medicine
any time soon

I´ll never write the book of love
anywhore