my bag
the weight on my shoulders
is continuously mistaken
still dragging my feet
until the slumber is awaken

when the bells will ring
the weight is finally lifted
and so shall the spirit
be rightfully gifted

an award for the service
a price for the winner
for lifting up the guilt
and forgiving the sinner

find what has been mine
to make your’s rise above
the step goes to push
and push goes to shove

this has always been mine
and you won’t take it away
no matter how hard you try
you’ll hear what I have to say

I worked very very hard
and much much to long
to give up the rights
and give up the wrongs

this is my trophy
my one and only price
my shoulders alone can take it
because of it’s abnormal size  
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