Svea

That pathetic evil look in your eyes
I don't know if I should laugh or should cry
'Cause the power that you think that you have
It means nothing to the people who care

And we don't care if you've heard this before
'Cause that is not the meaning of soul

You've been bullied all your life so you must
Take the bitterness out on us
We're not responsible, got a hurt
All those tears hidden behind your words

Oh Big City boy so sad and so alone
And this misery reflects in your poems
But the publisher said you're talentless
And his words really build up his angryness

You can shoot us, you can kill us, you can cheat us,