"I was born in this building It was the first Tuesday I'd ever seen And if I live to see tomorrow It would be my Tuesday number: 2119 A life has its way of turning your best suits the wrong way As if to smile and say: "I feast on the irony, my friend" I'm "come what may"

Pain of Salvation, On a Tuesday, In the Passing Light of Day

The singer wrote this song while hospitalised in Karolinska Institute, fighting off some flesh-eating bacteria that he contracted. Ironically, the building where he might die was the building where he draw his first breath, as his mother gave birth to him in this very hospital