circuslife
being called wierd by the freaks of the circus
it is very unpleasant
and haveing to live there
when in your eyes I am but a peasant
piked on for being myself
not following the commands of others
going my own way
no matter whom it bothers
we are not alike
even thought we are brothers
I will not bow and bend
just becouse you say so
this has got to come to an end
before we loose our star attraction
then noone will come to see us
and noone will care
nad thus
we cannot take part any more
 
Gollinn
1981 - ...


Ljóð eftir Gollann

Playground
Eðli Mannsins
grimmd gleymskunnar
Fallen Angel
of grænir fingur
First degree murder
Serial killer (not the one)
King of the world
Háttsettir menn
Skilnaðarbarn
The Pathetic Saint
the power of hatred
It\'s life as we know it (samið \"98)
life of lies
Sjálfsmorð er seinheppni
mikilmennska
Margmenni í tómu herbergi
bad but not evil
frægð
afleiðing þvingunnar
snobbaða fólkið
Englapúki
þunglyndi
Vil þér vel
Heimilisofbeldi
what you are to me
Bíóferð
A hero, a king
heartbrake
Lögvald
Gray lonlyness
Freak in me
crossing the line
whats the point in enduring
Hugarfanginn
ashamed
Imaginary world
Minns er tyggjó
Post Sanity
Stóra litabókin minn
Depression dagger
Old knight
my mentor, my father
Ruthless, souless madness
Human Devil
circuslife
Past me, Present me
í miðri umferð
Lonely and deserted
I need needing you
Good times end, bad times start