My Voluntary Saviours - Unni Wilhelmsen

There's a major line up outside my gate

I don't let any of them in

And if you ask me why I hesitate

Or if you call it a sin

I would tell you to mind your own business and leave me with my suffering

They are standing like soldiers in a row

Ready to enter so fast

I upon defense above

I sit and think of the past

All at once their difference astrike me as something that will not last

You ring the night(?)

I put on my armour

I go out to them

Hiding my fear

I'm soft in the middle

It makes no difference

It makes no difference at all

I killed them one by one

My voluntary saviours

My voluntary saviours

My voluntary saviours

It makes no difference at all

I killed them one by one