For Kim Wall

One of the most internationally known and noticed murder cases in the Nordics is the one of Swedish journalist Kim Wall and Danish inventor Peter Madsen. It is also a horrific story. Madsen invited Wall to his submarine (which he had built himself). She accepted the invitation but as she sat foot on the ship she would never leave it again alive. Madsen killed, and possibly tortured, her in that submarine. Then he severed the body in a number of parts and threw them of the ship. After that he sat it on fire and made it sink, trying to make it look like there had been som kind of accident.

He don't care about money, he don't care about fame. He just want to hurt another human being. He wants to feel someone's life fading in his hands. He likes to tell violent jokes to his friends. You know, that girl, she ain't coming back again. She's sleeping in the ground away from family and friends. While her vicious killer is rotting in his cell. That's what life will be for him before he goes to hell. He invited her to his new machine. And they submerged into the deep blue sea. In his sealed tin can no one could hear her scream. He destroyed his invention trying to save his own skin. And he whistled all the way back to shore.

For all women everywhere, and the end of patriarchy.

Lately there has been a lot of bad things going on on my street where I live. We had a killer on the loose, with all his victims living very close to us. We had a neighbor being chased, just outside our house, by a man holding one knife in each of his hands. Our good friend and neighbor were being watched at night through her bedroom window by a stranger. And another woman was attacked, again just outside our house, by a man luring in the bushes. This song is based on that last event.

Someone's after me. Someone's after me. I hear them creeping up behind my back. I hear them crawling, creeping up behind my back. Oh, someone's after me. Grabbing me by my legs. They're grabbing me by my legs. I feel them dragging, dragging me down in the mud. I feel them dragging, dragging me down in the mud. Oh, someone's after me. They're climbing up. Up on top of me. They're climbing up on top of me. Oh, how they push. They push me down to the ground. Oh, how they they push. They push me down to the ground. Oh, how they push. They push me down to the ground. Oh, how they they push. They push me down, down, down. Oh, don't you hear me crying? Oh, doesn't anyone hear me crying? I cry and I scream. I beg and I bite. Do I kick or do i freeze or do I fight? Oh, Someone's after me. Someone's after me.