No Good Can Come of This
ANDERS NYSTROM, JONAS PETTER RENKSE
This is no good way out
But it's a challenge or so I see it
Death's head upon my wall
Afield lies nothing but disorder
No good can come of this
Whatsoever I can tell you
No good will ever come of this
The road to happiness I never knew
I read a letter I never sent
And saw me smiling on a picture
This is nothing I remember
Whatever made me feel so
There are children
On the freeway
I have my ways
Playing with death