| Lyrics13 threads tied together, in 90 different ways
 One last spiked up punchbowl, in the teenage ballroom
 Hates the way they forced her, to be alienated
 troubles infiltration, of pornographic leaches
 
 And in the silent process, the ropes burned her fingers
 And in the silent process, the ropes burned her fingers
 And in the silent process, the ropes burned her neck
 
 Hates the way they forced her, to be alienated
 troubles infiltration, of pornographic leaches
 They re-invented ancients, the boys, they interacted
 she saw what really went on, from when her father crawled up on her
 
 They re-invented ancients, the boys, they interacted
 she saw what really went on, from when her father crawled up on her
 Black flashes of neon light, as she left the dance floor
 cobweb in the cradle, they all understood…
 
 TxT: Morten
 Music: Ruben, Morten
 
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