Tekster: Almamegretta. Black Wave.

The memory of bad actions
which came back every time
that I called to mind
my past
crept into my head
like a black wave
or deafening noise

but now
i'm ready to begin again
cause i learned to recognize the chance
and change this evil frame of mind
into something like a sweet romance
i deleted every qualm of conscience
and so i began to forgive myself

no matter if i killed or
if i kept in a trap
'cause somebody told me that
if i regret
my soul will be safe