作词 : Nyström, Renkse
This is no good way out
But it's a challenge or so 
I see itDeath's head upon my wall
A field 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
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
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