| Heftur með gaddavír
| Staples with barbed wire
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| í kjaftinum sem blæðir mig
| in the mouth that bleeds me
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| Læstur er lokaður inn í búri
| Lock is locked in a cage
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| Dýr nakinn ber á mig
| Animal naked bears on me
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| Og bankar upp á frelsari
| And knocks on the savior
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| Ótaminn setur í ný batterí
| Ótaminn puts in a new battery
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| Og hleður á ný
| And reloads
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| Og hleður á ný
| And reloads
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| Og hleður á ný
| And reloads
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| Og hleður á ný
| And reloads
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| Við tætum tryllt af stað
| We go crazy
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| út í óvissuna þar
| out into the uncertainty there
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| til að við rústum öllu og reisum aftur
| to ruin everything and build again
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| Aftur á ný
| Again
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| Aftur á ný
| Again
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| Aftur á ný
| Again
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| Aftur á bak þar sem við ríðum
| Back to where we ride
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| Aftur með gaddavír
| Again with barbed wire
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| sem rífur upp gamalt gróið sár
| which tears up an old healed wound
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| Er orðinn ryðguð sál
| Has become a rusty soul
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| Rafmagnið búið
| The electricity is off
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| Mig langar að skera
| I want to cut
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| Og rista sjálfan mig á hol
| And carve myself into a hole
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| En þori það ekki
| But dare not
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| Frekar slekk ég á mér
| I rather turn it off
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| Aleinn á ný
| Alone again
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| Constrained by barbed wire
| Constrained by barbed wire
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| in my bleeding mouth
| in my bleeding mouth
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| Locked in a cage
| Locked in a cage
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| Naked animals beat me
| Naked animals beat me
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| And a savior knocks
| And a savior knocks
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| An untamed animal inserts new batteries
| An untamed animal inserts new batteries
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| And charges once again
| And charges once again
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| And charges once again
| And charges once again
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| And charges once again
| And charges once again
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| And charges once again
| And charges once again
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| We set off
| We set off
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| into the unknown
| into the unknown
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| until we destroy everything and are dominant
| until we destroy everything and are dominant
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| Once again
| Once again
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| Once again
| Once again
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| Once again
| Once again
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| Once again into the back where we ride
| Once again into the back where we ride
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| The barbwire returns
| The barbwire returns
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| in my mouth, ripping an old healed wound
| in my mouth, ripping an old healed wound
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| My soul has grown rusty
| My soul has grown rusty
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| The electricity is gone
| The electricity is gone
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| I want to cut
| I want to cut
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| And slice myself to death
| And slice myself to death
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| But lacking courage,
| But lacking courage,
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| I shut myself off instead
| I shut myself off instead
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| I’m alone again | I’m alone again |