My Voluntary Saviours

Official lyrics from the album
To Whom It May Concern
(© PolyGram 1996)

There's a major line up outside my gate
I don't let any of them in
And if you ask me why I hesitate
And if you call it a sin
I will tell you to mind your own business
And leave me with my suffering

They're standing like soldiers, in a row
Ready to enter so fast
High upon the fence above
I sit and think of the past
All at once their differences strike me
As something that will not last

During the night I put on my armour
And I go out to them, hiding my fear
I'm soft in the middle, it makes no difference
Makes no difference at all
I kill them one by one, my voluntary saviours
My voluntary saviours
It makes no difference at all
I kill them one by one...


Written by Unni Wilhelmsen