Hätähuuto [English translation]

Save me, if I am left captive.

If you can hear my cry lost in the noise

It is the final message, and what is left, vanishes.

My cry for help

I see slit wrists in the autograph lines

Bad feelings drawn on school desks

Marks of the beast are 'in' over here

and with blinders on you can't see your neighbors' worries

But if you lift your head from your own navel

you'll see that even the quietest shouts in their own way.

A pretty girl, afraid to eat,

and what calms the bad boy is an opportunity to hit.

People in bars, intoxicated,

the game is rougher than it was in Pelicans* as a kid

Finer circles - have what to party with

Versace everything, but not credit ratings.

With round lips, adding more Botox.

These are just random takes from all around me

People are in distress and it presents itself in different ways.

Check those closest to you and see how they are doing.

Save me, if I am left captive.

If you can hear my cry lost in the noise

It is the final message, and what is left, vanishes.

My cry for help

Wo-oo-oo. Ey! Woo-oo-oo-oo. Ey!

Wo-oo-oo. Ey! Woo-oo-oo-oo. Ey!

Wo-oo-oo. Ey! Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo.

My cry for help.

I've been off the tracks myself.

I guess the hardest part is asking for help.

And this business just multiplied the anxiety.

Cool covers, empty on the inside -a doughnut.

I had to slow down, just stop, and

realize that I too am just looking for acceptance.

Adrift, waiting for salvation.

I pondered as a sheep, what others think of me.

Why would you even try to please

people, who don't take you forward at all?

They don't care about your agony.

If you're not of use to them, you'll be left to rot in your cell.

I can hear these cries, lost in the commotion,

and I promise to be here, if no one else cares.

None of my friends are allowed to walk alone here.

I'll turn your face in the light, so the shadows are left behind.

Save me, if I am left captive.

If you can hear my cry lost in the noise

It is the final message, and what is left, vanishes.

My cry for help

Wo-oo-oo. Ey! Woo-oo-oo-oo. Ey!

Wo-oo-oo. Ey! Woo-oo-oo-oo. Ey!

Wo-oo-oo. Ey! Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo.

My cry for help.

Save me, if I am left captive.

If you can hear my cry lost in the noise

It is the final message, and what is left, vanishes.

My cry for help

• Artist:Brädi