På Drift [English translation]

We surely have no secrets left

But it is so fucking cowardly to leave

The bohemians, the poets are pigs

And On The Road the stupidest shit that I have ever read

Because heroes and heroines stay put

With their back up against the wall

Only skin against the sharp edge

And they scratch and hit and bite

For their life or someone else's

They get no reward

But they ask for nothing

They only do, bite together, and shut up

Baby what we want to have most of all

Is something that can never be ours

November is a wall of wet concrete

Where a silly dream of escape is born

To crash and then die

But heroes and heroines stay put

They spit hard against the wind

And they warm our hands

So we don't let go

Of the love that we deserve

They dare to believe and hope

That someone up there sees us

Someone who wants to forgive rather than condemn us

For something that we didn't know we did

• Artist:Kent