To C - Daylight Torn
You think I look through Satan's eyes
Or are they watching over me
You never asked my biography
So I tell you the facts that you can't see
You can't see
It's true my painting is depressive
The crying man the dying child
The pregnant woman screaming
The prisoned devil with eyes open wide
A sculpture out of painted bones
You've seen the two ladies with a biten dick
Lyrics about the relieving death
That's reason enough to declare: I am sick
Are you sick
Hell and back the road
For hating you
Hell and back the road
For hating you
For hating you
Am I sick
Should I be locked away
If you knew kinds of atrocity
You'd know I just give went to my anger
My only possibility to digest
Without it I couldn't live any longer
Duplicate love until adoration
Imagine the loss within a few seconds
Profounded pain you can't resist
Just by thinking about what happened
Hell and back the road
For hating you
Hell and back the road
For hating you
For hating you
Am I sick
Should I be locked away
You are sick
You should I be locked away
You are sick
You are sick
You should I be locked away
You are sick
You are sick