Levande lik
Skitsystem Lyrics


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Ett mänskligt vrak
Ett livsverk i spillror
Ett kontinuerligt livshat
Tyglad till lydnad
Driven till vanvett
Behandlad som avfall

Ett rop på frihet
Ett dödens skri

Fabrikens murar
En ondskans borg
Slavens kalla cell
Förvirrade själar
Stämplar sitt kort
I ständig förnedring

Ett rop på frihet
Ett dödens skri




Döende
Levande jävla lik

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Skitsystem's song "Levande lik" explore themes of dehumanization, oppression, and the longing for freedom. The first stanza describes an individual who has been reduced to a "human wreck," with their life's work shattered and their hatred for life constantly suppressed. This person is treated like garbage and forced into obedience until they are driven to madness.


The second stanza paints a picture of a factory, with its ominous walls and the prison-like cells of the enslaved workers. These individuals are confused and degraded, reduced to nothing but punching their time cards and living in a perpetual state of humiliation.


The chorus, with its repeated cry for freedom and a screamed "death scream," highlights the intense desperation felt by those trapped in these oppressive conditions. The phrase "Levande jävla lik" (living damn corpse) is a brutal assertion of the dehumanization and degradation that these individuals have been forced to endure.


Overall, the lyrics to "Levande lik" are a powerful condemnation of the systems of oppression and dehumanization that exist in our world today.


Line by Line Meaning

Ett mänskligt vrak
A human wreck


Ett livsverk i spillror
A life's work in ruins


Ett kontinuerligt livshat
A continuous hatred of life


Tyglad till lydnad
Restrained to obedience


Driven till vanvett
Driven to insanity


Behandlad som avfall
Treated like waste


Ett rop på frihet
A cry for freedom


Ett dödens skri
A scream of death


Fabrikens murar
The walls of the factory


En ondskans borg
A fortress of evil


Slavens kalla cell
The slave's cold cell


Förvirrade själar
Confused souls


Stämplar sitt kort
Stamping their card


I ständig förnedring
In constant humiliation


Döende
Dying


Levande jävla lik
Living fucking corpse




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