An ambulance ride through the poor side of town; a delivery of self and social status lyrics: The outside was a barren wasteland; dilapidated houses garbage on the ground And the buildings' aging faces echoed the sirens and her pain across…

a state of denial/hope lyrics: I don't care what bad boys say with their little white lies to keep themselves safe drown themselves in fermentations all good girls go to heaven I don't care what bad boys say with their little white…

turning point #1 lyrics: It was spring time, or their time depending on which one you asked how much it mattered to two birds flying away from the cold. She sang and he'd swing, together a flight all their own on wings she swore were made…

clarity during a swift beginning is a mirage yet unknown lyrics: Momma, you've got to see this man I've found clean cut, honest, and so handsome We're thinkin' 'bout pickin' up and movin' on he'll get a job where we'll go and he'll make…

From your parents you will learn everything and nothing without even realizing lyrics: Don't look in the mirror, your skin will never seem as soft Don't wait in the middle when your mind is already made up Just make it home, please…

somewhere around 3 minutes you should here the sound of people chopping down a tree in the Peruvian Amazon turn into the beat of the song. This song was somewhat influenced by Kim Hiorthøy.