Cripple Bastards - Stimmung Lyrics
Who has decided this way?I can't scream ... stuck-throat.A natural image - a stabbing pain in my sad soul.Two separated warm hands, then a look behind a pane,then a wet presence on my face,then the silence of my narcotic world ...Who has decided this way?I can't sleep ... I'm so alone.I visualize your face - and I think that my life's gone.Firstly I see your tearful eyes then the barred doors of a trainI don't think about suicide - 'coz I know, we'll meet again.IN THIS WORLD CAN'T EXIST A GOD.SPIRITUAL MASOCHISM SLIT THIS THROAT.IT'S A SORT OF SELF-EXCITEMENT ...A MACABRE REPERTORY UNDER MY MODEST CLOTHES.I think about all those daysbrushing against my old cicatrixesI try to go back ... to conventionality.But I think it's so unfair ... I can't give a *****.A bitter shit to swallow, living in costant hate.