Scramble my world! (Nytt på riktigt Whoa!)

Ett virvelmoln av ilska
en hammare av passion
Ett askfat av kärlek
En kniv av omtanke

Ja ett liv som bara blev som det blev.

Jag bara drev och drev och fick inga brev.

Som en skördetröska drar man igenom det.
Omedvetet på jakt efter mer än det man kan ta.
Flera tippar fram på tå. Men kanske allt för få.

Med ett bälte av TNT tar man raska kliv fram.
Bered att offras som ett lamm för att vinna det man vill.

Ja att ha kraft nog att klara av det klivet är långt ifrån givet.

Med ficklampan i hand och blodad tand letar man igen alla vrår.
Var finns styrkan varifrån får man spänsten.
Utan den så blir man inget annat än en gnäll sten.

Alla missförstånd som skapas när man låter det på ytan skrapas.
När man bara lyssnar men inget hör och allting saknar innebörd.
Ett bombardemang av information
Och ställer man sig i vägen så tar man ton.

Egentligen så är man bara en i mängden
i mänsklighetens stora pluton.

Fjorton dagar och fjorton nätter
så kändes det som att lyssna på kastanjetter
Ingen rast ingen ro kan vi inte bygga en ny bro.

Ja på drömmarnas land vill jag tro och i trygg hamn ro.

Do you?

I know that you at times think about it too.
How the feelings just came out of the blue.
But what if it's still here and true.

I remember the Spring that came when I found you.
The Flowers that grew like never before.
The Crazy moments when i was rolling around on the floor.
A world was shown and life was like an open door.

I know that you at times think about it too.
How the feelings just came out of the blue.
But what if it's still here and true.

That summer with all those moments talking with you.
The Air so clear moments so dear.
The Laughter that came and smiles who made a lasting dent.
A Time where we filled each others hearts and time was bent.

I know that you at times think about it too.
How the feelings just came out of the blue.
But what if it's still here and true.

Do you ever wonder how fall could have been with me.
The Nights could we take them for a spin.
The Dreams would they still be the same old with you.
A life where we were not silent and tried to mend it with glue.

I know that you at times think about it too.
Now our feelings are just some shade of blue.
But what if it's still here and true.
Would we still be through?

Message to the Bullied

I dont want to stand here watching your monsters from the past come back again and again to bully you.
To see them push you around and controling what you do with your life.
I dont want to allow them to make you feel down and stop you from doing what you want.
I dont want you to face them alone either because im here ready to make a stand.
I may not be an expert on your monsters but i have slayed many of my own.
I may not even succed but im willing to bet my life on it.
Because you deserve better then being in the chains of those fiends.
I believe in you thats why im still standing here stuborn as a bull.