So what is this pain that makes me feel like I lose my soul to devil?
Are you glad of what you made with me?
Can you see what it seems to be?
Sometimes I feel like I was meant to die
And I figured out what this is all about.
Somehow stayed alive inside my body
This killer is burning and creeping through my veins .
It's just something evil in my eyes.
I Need to destroy everything every good person built.
Need to get you by my side to guilt.
Your soul dead beside mine...
This is what I want to find
So would you tell me how could i be
In the darkest room of my heart?
Walled substantiate behind my glasswalls
Where I see what I could be.
Where is the puppetry who's got the strings?
Of a life that should be mine
And why is this demonic tutor in me
Dominating all the time
It's just something evil in my eyes
I Need to destroy everything every good person built
Need to get you by my side to guilt
Your soul dead beside mine...
Wer hat was jeder haben will noch braucht,
der ist in grelles Licht getaucht
und soll und außerdem, nein, and’rerseits,
schon obendrein, genau, bereits,
wie übers Ziel [ ... ]
Der Mond ist scharlachrot.
Er rockt sich durch die dunklen Wolken.
Er strahlt wie eine schöne Frau.
Sein Lächeln liegt noch auf dem Morgentau.
Die Sonne küsst ihn zart.
Der Smooth Jazz breitet sich aus
Schwingt sich den Wänden empor
Tanzt an der Decke leichtfüssig
Lacht übers ganze Gesicht
Und meint in unterkühltem Ton
Auch Wolken haben eine [ ... ]