Intet At Miste - Pede B

Da jeg var 19−20 år var jeg snotforvirret

Og følte nok at hverdagen var for kompliceret

Prøvede mest af alt at få min brandert optimeret

Stiv fire dage om ugen, aldrig koncentreret

Og seriøst, hjertet hamrer løst I mit bryst

Ung, dum og på druk som kongerne af Marielyst

Og hvorfor så det?

Jamen den umiddelbare grund

Jeg var overbevist om jeg ville dø ret ung

Så uden at tænke mig om

Gav jeg skæbnen en hjælpende hånd

Blæst på lidt haze og blæst på lidt rom

Indersiden af mit hoved det var temmelig tom'

Parat til at overgive mig som en knælende konge

Tænkte «Går det galt I nat, så går jeg ud med et brag»

Som om jeg søgte dagen hvor jeg blev lagt ud I en grav

Men jeg vågnede altid op mere forvirret end den forrige dag

Og følte paranoia og komplekserne overtage

Jeg har en djævel på min skulder der siger at jeg skal adlyde ham

Han siger jeg skal smide det hele på bålet og bare lade det brænde

For du' først rigtig fri når du intet har at miste

Ja du' først rigtig fri når intet har at miste

Somme tider higer jeg efter at komme tilbage

Til den gang det eneste jeg så frem til var dommedag

Helt kynisk set er ansvar en forhindring

Og det, ikke at have noget at miste er en livsforsikring

Hvis' det rigtigt at de ting du ejer, ejer dig

Må de ting du står til ansvar for belejre dig

Kæmpede I årevis for noget at være stolt af

Bare for at få lyst til at smide det væk, det virker åndssvagt

Er nået noget af det jeg satte mig for

Men er stadig ikk' tilfreds så hvor plat er jeg så?

Og egentlig lyder det som noget pis at sige

Men først når du ikk' har noget at tabe er du rigtig fri

Men jeg vil ikk' tilbage, uanset om jeg ender I nederlag

Prøver at holde hovedet oppe hver eneste dag

Forvirret og frustreret før jeg gik I børnesko

Sejt at sige man ikk' gir' en fuck, men det gør jeg jo

When I was 19−20 I was confused

And probably felt that everyday life was too complicated

Tried most of all to get my brand optimized

Stiff four days a week, never concentrated

And seriously, the heart is pounding loose in my chest

Young, stupid and drunk like the kings of Marielyst

And why so?

Well the immediate reason

I was convinced I would die pretty young

So without thinking about it

I gave fate a helping hand

Blown on a little haze and blown on a little rum

Inside my head it was pretty empty '

Ready to surrender like a kneeling king

Thought «If it goes wrong Tonight, I'll go out with a bang»

As if I was searching the day I was laid in a grave

But I always woke up more confused than the day before

And felt paranoia and the complexes take over

I have a devil on my shoulder who says I must obey him

He says I should throw it all on the fire and just let it burn

Because you're only really free when you have nothing to lose

Yes, you're only really free when you have nothing to lose

Sometimes I long to come back

Until then, the only thing I looked forward to was Doomsday

Quite cynically, responsibility is an obstacle

And not having anything to lose is a life insurance policy

If 'it's true that the things you own, own you

May the things you are responsible for besiege you

Struggled for years for something to be proud of

Just to feel like throwing it away, it seems mind-numbing

Has reached some of what I set out for

But am still not satisfied so how flat am I then?

And really, it sounds like something piss to say

But only when you have nothing to lose are you really free

But I do not want to go back, whether I end up in defeat

Trying to keep my head up every single day

Confused and frustrated before I went in children's shoes

Cool to say you do not 'give' a fuck, but I do