Текст песни Bungl (Like a Ghost) - Lindstrøm , Jenny Hval

I look into the camera and feel black metal
bulging behind blue eyes.
I chose the other path, to be dead
so when I held her she would feel me like a ghost.
Sweet, sweet black metal
running through my veins, running for their lives
Sweet black metal toaring
until the black tips off, such as life
This is my inscription,
this is my handwriting
This is my gravestone,
I put it on my back and carry it around.