Pixel
Einar Solberg, Tor Oddmund Suhrke
In the devious black
Pixel outworn
Telling a tale
Yet to be born
Trusting the desirable
Has a cost
To stay silent
To get lost
Now
Find out why
You did not want it after all
Confidence can be
A massive fraud
Nothing left
To applaud
Tender emotion
Holding your crown
Cognitive dissonance
Breaking you down