A Sentence of Sorts in Kongsvinger

I spent the winter on the verge of a total breakdown

While living in Norway

I felt the darkness of the black metal bands

But being such fawn of a man

I didn't burn down any old churches

Just slept way too much, just slept

My mind rejects the frequency

It's static craziness to me

Is it a solar fever?

The TV man is too loud

Our plane is sleeping on a cloud

You turn the dial, I'll try and smile

We've eaten plastic weather

This family sticks together

We will escape from the south to the west side

My mind rejects the frequency

It's just verbosity to me

I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book

While trying to restructure my character

Because it had become vile to its creator

And through many dreadful nights

I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of

And waiting for some high times to come again

My mind rejects the frequency

It's static craziness to me

Is it a solar fever?

The TV man is too loud

Our plane is sleeping on a cloud

You turn the dial, I'll try and smile

We've eaten plastic weather

This family sticks together

We will escape from the south to the west side

My mind rejects the frequency

It's just verbosity to me

Dirty old shadow, stay away

Don't play your games with me

I am older now, I see the way you operate

If you don't hurt me then you die

My mind rejects the frequency

It's static craziness to me

Is it a solar fever?

The TV man is too loud

Our plane is sleeping on a cloud

You turn the dial, I'll try and smile

We've eaten plastic weather

This family sticks together

We will escape from the south to the west side

My mind rejects the frequency

It's just verbosity to me