Saturday, 16 August 2025

Copenhell

 


 

These are the days I remember

Istedgade stood and fluttered

from an empty apartment 

             filled with neon lights

your medicine tongue had the snake's bite

we sat so tightly

everything in your life was a complete fraud

while you held the python

the words turned to glue

damn how thick it was.

 

I remember it all

I've been to Copenhell

I've been there myself.

 

These are the days I remember

I lay so close to you, my hunger

was an empty apartment  

        filled with neon lights

my desperation grew only stronger

we lay so tightly

when he came back 

    from Christiania with dope

I lost my last hope

the room turned black

hanging from a rope.

 

I remember it all

I've been to Copenhell

I've been there myself.










 

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