歌词
Shivering in our houses
While we bleed for your parade
Our children huddled, cold
While you sleep in gilded beds
Your promises, transparent
Fingers to bone, bone to dust
There is no time to weep
Trauma nursing trauma
Still you applaud yourself
All masters, all servants
Still you applaud yourself
All masters, all servants
Written by: Anders Johnsen, Bjørnar Kristiansen, Eigil Dragvik, Rikke Karlsen, Siri Vestby, Stian Hammer