<Katatonia> page
<Dead Air> album page

Teargas

Why have you put so many things
into my eyes that I can't see clear?
Who's paid you for telling me what
I'm worth and run in fear?

It has been for me a strain to
see already what have you done.
The rising noise, the sharpened smells,
the deadened sight.

What is it in my eyes,
a piece of broken glass?
Is this the time I should be
on my knees for you?

Is this your way of telling,
another has been found?
Now I know it is teargas
in my eyes.

close window