Tropfendes Herz am Gaslicht
Pocht an Rippen der Mutterliebe
Folter der Unschuld und das Gericht
Zeigt den Wert der Hiebe
Du darfst ein schöner Mensch sein
Schön sein
Blutberg unverdauter Leichen
Ihr Atemkarussel kotzt einen Gott
Greif mir nicht die Knochen vom Salat
Das kranke dieser Kraft bezwingt die Not
Du darfst ein schöner Mensch sein
Schön seinVedder
Behind her eyes there's curtains and they've been closed to hide the flames. Remains.
She know their futures burning but she can smile just the same. Same.
And though her mood is fine today there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.
Standing like a statue. A chin of stone a heart of clay. Hey.
And thought he's too big a man to say there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.
Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away.
Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away.