The Show
Me? I’m a man
and therefor a fan
of the music in our life
that we can’t understand

People and feelings
they rarely mix
hurting our problems
this we must fix

Screaming and shouting
but nobody hears
that the noise that we bring
are really some cheers

To this band we yeall “Anchor”
they play from their spirit
never heard of stage fright
and certainly don’t fear it

Like scissors cut paper
they slash all their strings
the drummer hits the set
their all doing new things

We listen to the music
emotions from tones
fuck those who don’t feel it
their hearts made of stones

Bringing back memories
reminding us to feel
music shows you only one thing
how to define what is real  
Sigurður Ingi
1987 - ...


Ljóð eftir Sigurð Inga

She girl
Grátur
Clouds
Everyone
Feeling so lonely
My Mind
HEART
Alone...
Scars
losti?
Blood
Screaming
Geðsýki
Revelations
New-born
Today
Final call
The Key
VOID
Meaning...
dog
Coffin
Marathon
CLOWN
the only way
the last goodbye
Poem
flies
The Show
dead
war
Forever
x
Screwed
gender blender
lights on the wall
Murder
faith
Assasin
jóla ljóð?
rhyme
society
I for an I
numbers
death row
Ghost ride
Note to you
angel
wine growing old
stuck on the road to oblivion
!-mad as hell-!
stupid song
empty house***
hidden world
clear
my bag
the real deal
mountain climb
broken
!-next round-!
struggle
written in bones
honesty
Item
She said
lessons
hope
come in
shiny
throw it
painting
Golden Calf