Ekkokammer - L.O.C.

Tattovér din loyalitet

Så ingen ka' se, at du' gået i stykker

Det' mig-mig, du' din helt egen profet

Med dine 21 gram til salg

I din odaliske skønhed ku' jeg fuck' dig til en voldsdom

Til dit alterego det omkom, skøge, du vandrer så hvileløst

Determineret på at bli' famøs

Dette brugernavn er selvoptaget

Alene i dit ekko, ekko, kammer, kammer

Alene i dit ekko, ekko, kammer, kammer

Det vil gå galt, ligemeget hvor varsomt vi træder

Og det' ligemeget, hvor smuk du er, for al' er grim', når de græder

Du ka' bruge make-up, men du ka' ikk' gemme skøgen

Og du ka' fiks' dit fjæs, men du får grimme børn

Poserer med benene spredt, indbydende til sex

Men du ka' stadig ikk' find' ud af at knep'

Du' en gudinde på stilbilleder, knap så betagende på film

Så dum at hør' på i telefonen, og li' til at se gennem i virkeligheden

Fuck det pis, du' patetisk, bitch, ud i virkeligheden

Opmærksomhedsjunkie, sniff dit lort

Alene i dit ekko, ekko, kammer, kammer

Alene i dit ekko, ekko, kammer, kammer

Det vil gå galt, ligemeget hvor varsomt vi træder

Og det' ligemeget, hvor smuk du er, for al' er grim', når de græder

Døden kører altid ind som en mulighed og ikke som en slutning

Tattoo your loyalty

So no one can see that you've broken

It 'me-me, you' your very own prophet

With your 21 grams for sale

In your odalic beauty I could 'fuck' you to a violent sentence

To your alter ego it perished, harlot, you wander so restlessly

Determined to become famous

This username is self-recorded

Alone in your echo, echo, chamber, chamber

Alone in your echo, echo, chamber, chamber

It will go wrong, no matter how carefully we tread

And it 'no matter how beautiful you are, for all' are ugly 'when they cry

You can use make-up, but you can not save the prostitute

And you can 'fix' your face, but you get ugly children

Posing with legs spread, inviting to sex

But you still can not 'find' out to fuck '

You're a goddess in style pictures, not so breathtaking in movies

So stupid to listen to on the phone, and like to look through in real life

Fuck that piss, you 'pathetic, bitch, out in reality

Attention junkie, sniff your shit

Alone in your echo, echo, chamber, chamber

Alone in your echo, echo, chamber, chamber

It will go wrong, no matter how carefully we tread

And it 'no matter how beautiful you are, for all' are ugly 'when they cry

Death always runs in as an opportunity and not as an end