Katatonia - In the white
Are you in or are you out
The words are stones in my mouth
Hush little baby don't you cry
Тruth comes down
Strikes me in the eye
Turning season within
Brand new nails across my skin
But who am I to imply
That I was found
That I found you in the white
To overcome this
I become one with
The quiet cold of late november
If you don't see
I'll remain unseen
Until there's time to be remembered
So I had a green light
I was lost in city lights
Not so far from a try
This is not our last goodbye
So I found you
Found a way all through
The quiet cold of inner darkness
And now that you're here
It becomes so clear
I have waited for you always
Оваа ми е меѓу омилените од Katatonia. Овде се зборува за личност што после толку време ја наоѓаш, а ти си заблуден во осаменоста, и дека конечно си го нашол патот бидејќи таа личност е до тебе...
Porcupine Tree - Pure narcotic
You keep me waiting
You keep me alone in a room full of friends
You keep me hating
You keep me listening to the Bends
No amount of pointless days
Can make this go away
You have me on my knees
You have me listless and deranged
You have me in your pocket
You have me distant and estranged
No narcotics in my brain
Can make this go away
I'm sorry that, I'm sorry that I'm not like you
I worry that I don't act the way you'd like me to
You find me wanting
You find me bloodless but inspired
You find me out
You find me hallucinating fire
No narcotics in my brain
Can make this go away
Have we ever been here before?
Running headlong at the floor
Leave me dreaming on a railway track
Wrap me up and send me back
Посебно ова ми се допаѓа. Обично сите се трудеме да бидеме најдобри, а не всушност да бидеме НИЕ, макар и да не сме толку добри.-I'm sorry that, I'm sorry that I'm not like you
I worry that I don't act the way you'd like me to
Bjork - Play Dead
darling stop confusing me
with your wishful thinking
hopeful enbraces
don't you understand?
i have to go through this
i belong to here where
no-one cares and no-one loves
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of fear
i play dead
it stops the hurting
i play dead
and hurting stops
it's sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
i nestle into pain
hug suffering
caress every ache
i play dead
it stops the hurting