Price
Erlend Oye
Price
There is a price
You'll have to pay
For once having been
The recipient of
My love
Dream, there is a dream
That you must kill
Before you get to ask
To have back
Your free will
Drug
There is a drug
That you must stop
To be dependent of
Fight, you'll have to fight
To let me go
And every punch you'll throw
Will hurt you so
In the end
We found a way
To complicate
What really should have been
A simple thing
