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*LYRICS - FIRE INSIDE 10"

NOTHING LEFT How long will we have hope left? How long can we try to forget? Until the last tree has been cut down? Will we still then have hope left? Will you eat the money you made when there's nothing elese left? Will you reach the ultimate happiness when there's absolutely nothing left? When there's only dirt on the ground, when the sun shines burning hot, and there's only substitutes left 'cause there's only dirt on the ground.

SOLITARY The night starts closing in. No one's here with me. All the fears start lurking in I wish you were here with me. Here I find myself revealing the very deepest inside of the ones I should love the most. How the hell can you explain to that little boy, nothing bad will happen while you're away? Because of your lack of responsibility I was left in solitary facing all the worst fears, waiting for you in tears!

Usually I don't like to explain the lyrics I've written but in this case I feel the need for it - Solitary isn't an unneccessary lovesong about the guy crying after a girl who's left him. The world is full of them and there's no need for a single one more. It took me years to realise that I didn't live a normal childhood. It was very rarely when I got to feel the love and warmth of my parents, they were always working or somewhere else but home with me. Also my brother and sister were always gone - they were teenagers, so they surely had more interesting things to do than babysit the little brother. I remember numerous times being alone at home, with almost nothing to eat, since not that many kids can cook - I was afraid of every cracking noise, afraid that there was ghost or something, watching TV and hoping time would go faster so someone would come home and save me from those fears. I don't wish that kinds of things for anyone to happen anymore, so please, please make sure you'll have enough time for children before you're going to have them! It's a huge responsibility, make sure you're ready for it!

ANOTHER SOUL FOR SALE I am your whore I'll do whatever you want. You can spit on me, slap me in the face I don't care, my aim is to please. I'll sell my identity I'll sell my pride. I am for sale please sir, buy me! I'm your whore I am for sale. I'll crarwl on my knees just want to please. I beg for acceptance I am for sale.

FRAGILE Only a snap of the finger and it's all gone. Just a quick fucking moment and it's all broken. How can something so special be so fucking fragile? Well, maybe we didn't stand on as steady ground as we thought. We broke all we had built -together. Both too stubborn to forgive and now it's too late to try to fix and forget it all. It would't be the same anymore.

DRIVEN So you really think it's right and fair. There's thousands of people getting unemployed with big debts on their back and in the same time you rich bastards are getting fatter and fatter, nicely enjoying your abundance. 'Til the day there's this much injustice in this world I'll defy your master and refuse to bow on your god.

SHUT OUT Another unconscious body lying on the ground. Everyone's passing by including me and you. Pretending not having noticed closing my eyes, don't want to see. Shivering from the cold, bleeding kicked in the head. Dirty looks, smelling bad no-one's there to help. Along the lost property lost respect kicked out from society, no value left. Another unconscious body lying on the ground. Don't know if he's alive or dead just turn away your head. Pretending not having noticed closing my eyes, don't want to see. No place to go anywhere shut out out everywhere. You're not welcome here or anywhere else...

CLOSE YOUR EYES Just keep on turning your back on this all, that's the easiest way to get away. Just fucking ignore the problems of this world, they're not your problems anyway. Close your eyes. Never think. Fuck everything. Who the fuck cares anyway?

SHARPEST KNIFE You don't know the power of weapon you carry inside your head. Maybe not intending to hurt with those mean words - still those few tiny words cut deeper than the sharpest knife ever made. Easy to leave the damage behind when the wounds are deep insidee not anywhere in your sight. Those bullets you spit out of your mouth, shout them out loud leave the lifetime scars no-one can see, no-one can feel. You may even be forgiven but those words will not be forgotten.


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