Tekster: Soilwork. Stabbing the Drama. Observation Slave.

Find a piece of land, a million demands
And try to make it once again
A piece of land to make it a plan
Always trying to be one with the making

Waiting for a statement, how will I know?
It wasn't my engagement, the scars just grows
Such a slave and a sucker for observation
Just let it pass, no questions asked

Decide and try to find, a step behind
A shape that will assure you how
The essence is defined and takes no disguise
Don't wanna see yourself in no trouble

When it comes to an end
With my trust in hand
Please let me stand

With all my perception, I let myself wait
From all the infection that comes in my way like a swarm

Under pressure, too many times
I can barely fight it back
No intentions, no obsessions
That can change my mind

When it comes to an end
With my trust in hand
Please let me stand

With all my perception, I let myself wait
From all the infection that comes in my way

This is my life and I'm still amazed
I should have turned and walked all over
This is my life and I've now prevailed and reached my goal

This is my time 'cause it's all erased
This is my time and I'm turnin' to you
It makes me strive in a conscious way when I'm alone

Confusing directions were running my state
From all the infection that comes in my way
With all my perception I let myself wait