Finnst ykkur áfengissýki vera sjúkdómur eða aumingjaskapur? Hvar liggja mörkin eiginlega? Er sanngjarnt að kenna áfengi endalaust um?

been trying to meet you mmmmmm hmmmmm hey must be a devil between us or whores in my head whores at my door whore in my bed but hey where have you been if you go i will surely die we're chained we're chained we're chained we're chained we're chained (chained) we're chained (chained) we're chained (chained) we're chained (chained) we're chained (chained) we're chained (chained) we're chained (chained) we're chained (chained) we're chained (chained) we're chained (chained) uh said the man to...

Count that day lost If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting, find One self-denying deed, one word That eased the heart of him who heard, One glance most kind That fell like sunshine where it went Then you may count that day well spent. But if, through all the livelong day, You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay If, through it all You've nothing done that you can trace That brought the sunshine to one face No act most small That helped some soul and...