tell me that the casual panics will give in when i hear a scream all my friends just hear the wind so if anybody could prove what god must know i d tell myself the chances of suffering are slim mum said all men must fall you can t quit just to stay on your feet one day you ll see the blood on the floor so will you sweep will you be swept it s just so hard to believe there s a way out of here face the blood again face the blood again and again face the blood again face the blood again and again and again and again i didn t ever think i d be sleeping with the sharks but everybody said i d be perfect for that part so if anybody remembers my old name tell everybody that i will always be the same my mother spoke the truth she outlived all the men in the street knee high in all the blood on the floor it s down to this sink or resist it s getting hard to believe there s a way out of here face the blood again face the blood again and again face the blood again face the blood again and again and again and again and again and again and again 
['bergen indie', 'norske viser', 'norwegian indie']