Ta emot mig.

Eyes filled with fire,
wish I was a better liar.
It hurts when it's happening, and so I cry.
The winter is even colder,
I guess that I could have told you,
that I am safe and warm from the hell inside.

Karma, karma!
Take me, take me!
Karma, karma!
Break me.
I am,
an open book.

The drum beat of my heart is tribal,
the sweet sound of survival,
shouts serenade this voice forever more.
The sun would have to be frozen,
for anything out there opposing,
not to be left in its own blood on the jungle floor.

Karma, karma!
Fight me, fight me!
Karma, karma!
Shake me.
I am,
an open book.
An open book

When I sing a song of peace,
it soothes the savage beast,
even it understands that I understand at least.
So you mortals just keep this in mind,
this is the way I'm designed,
and I am no power so I'll only die one time.

Karma, karma!
Kill me, kill me!
You have.
Karma!
To kill me, kill me!
I am,
an open book.
An open book