You destroy my love, before it starts.
Your words are louder than the voice of my heart:
Your ice-cold fingers, are digging in my brain.
I don´t try anything, ´cos I´m afraid of pain.
You turn my sweet melancholy into dark depression.
To kill the spirit of fortune is your cruel profession.
You kill my fortune. You kill my past.
If theres some happines, you will come at last.
Hope is your enemy, and you are strong.
So to defeat it, won´t take you long.
„Come and dance with me“, says the apple tree.
My leaves will caress you while you´re flying.
„I see, you have brought such a pretty cord.
Today is a nice day for dying.“
Your´re always next to me and you try indeed
to smash my personality, and maybe you succeed!
My courage´s lying down on its knees
I ask for nothing, but will you leave me please?
„Are there better graves?“, ask the rivers waves.
And the moon seems to laugh at me.
What a gloomy ditch lays beyond this bridge.
Is this the place where I want to be?
„Looking for a drain?“, asks the friendly train.
„I think my wheels can help you find it.
Steel embraces well, and, please, let me tell
you that lifes not more than a piece of shit.“
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