Item
man life is hard, cruel and no justice
yeah, here I go again, even if I’m rusted
but only so you know that I can see myself
putting this grudge on top of the highest shelf
contacting the mind, the heart and the soul
finding if that last litile drop filled up the bowl
of patience and stamina, I can barely move on
even I wouldn’t notice if this was all gone
motivated by spite and hatefull intensions
driving my voice into madness and dimension
tic tac, tic tac, time is getting low
time to pay up what I already owe
I ain’t broke but still not very wealthy
smoking cigarettes and still pretty healthy
so if I’m an item, then why won’t they pick me?  
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