Lyrics of 'Emperor Bespoke' by Gazpacho (Norwegian)

Now lighten up, dear
Brittle old man here!
You'll die of pleasure
You'll do whatever you can
For the glory of the throne

Drink up this poison
Little old man - here!
It's gone too far, dear
You've seen them all rise and fall
And the mercury talks

Go on see the wreckage
Go on see the show
You can count her ribs now
Miss Hemlock's pale as snow
They're jumping out of windows
And drilling through the ground
Don't come around next Sunday

'Cause she's not going to choose you
She's going to use you
And cheaters get caught

Swig of that poison
Hear the ticking
You're slowing down, dear
You thought you were going to win them all
But you never made it home

You were living in a war of no sides until
She walked out the door one day without a sign until
I find you're changing as you try and try and try and try
Tip your hat until you're taking off your head and die

Choose you until I lose you
No one gets hurt

Choose you, choose you
Want to choose you
Emperor's bespoke

I saw you fall into shadow
Starving on calorie shakes
Hungry for maximum nothing
Lost in the translation as you're
Scrolling down a mountain made of words
Dried up adolescence
Where everyone decides to be ashamed
Servant up until this day
Crossed the line and favoured other lies

Mountain of words
Dull your mind with their infinite worlds
Meet the emperor, see what you learn
I want you to be free
Sail the seas
Clouds of wunderbar
Feed the disease
Love is masterful
Leaves you in peace
Emperor's bespoke emporium
Drink up your poison