My weakness, where are you
My god, tell me the truth
Who am I and when am I?
Where is my home,
Show me the way to light

My senses, I miss you so much
I wander in the strange, foreign land
That burns me, torments me
I desire to be free!!!

I'm alone with my

You are sick
Living in this world with us
From the very beginning...

Exertion to stay alive
Begins to rot in my head
My last and secret wish
Dissapears with my dreams
With me...

Excited I close my eyes -
Sick reflection of tortured souls
I hate my inborn dirt
I like to hate it though...
I hate my being (to love it more)
I

Perseption of reality
Compels my mind to shake in grief
My immortality
Is gushing out form me, why me...

I hear familiar voice
Telling filthy words

I know this voice, (that is) inside of me
No sence in it to make me free
My poor existence is deceived
- I m

Why do they say
That love everybody?
Why thousands of „elected"
Often go insane?
The eternal sin
The eternal whoring
Suffocates me
And forces day after day...

„Impossible to love unkown"
My guilty conscience speaks again
I feel as sorrow fills my head

Guide us upon the straight path
Of those whom you have blessed and favored
Not of those upon whom wrath comes
Nor those who go astray
My body is feeling sick
Without bents which God gives to me

How I wish to stick me clows
Deep under your breathing skin
Oh, whor

A malevolence when I was near the death
Mixing with the operating sweat
A shameless filth in the eyes of doctors
Is like a relisk to their Body Organs' wet
Atrophy of the continence
Symphony of the stupidity
They celebrate on my remains
The rest of me is prepared to t

You are a slave of your naivety
Slaving for your conviction
You are preparing you for self destruction
Why do you have to listen to fanatic shitheads?
They are so primitive they ruin your ideas
Why do you have to pay?

Empty head no ideas
You give up, you can't fight

We're tired of life and death
We're sick of sweet tongues
We want to retch up
Melancholia has took hold of us

Not knowing what's the existence
We're feigning very clever
We don't see as the fire
Nears to our paper world

We're retched up from the sermons
Al

You live your life as their god masters
You think the time will come
When you will die and when the others
Will own your weak interior

Your cover will die and rot in the grave
And god's court will try
Your helpless soul for it's lived life
For it's made mistakes

Wandering in the land that was
Cursed by all the Gods
You pray for them
You cry for the ancient past
Witnessed all the pleasures of the
Holy games
Enjoying the ravishing of others' fates

Sold your pride to enjoy other's cry
Condemned to sin you cannot die
Re

You say morals, generosity
Are human qualities
That the man is the only
Thinking creature in the universe
These are such qualities
Whisch they wish for the others
Inside they're angry demons
And that's just their cover
Deception, listen to the sound of the truth</

I lie, although
I believe what say to you
I guess the tomorrof
But I swindle the past
I don't believe what I see
Because I'm deceived
Freedom lies today
In the dust - bin
But in the nice bag

Blood has washed it out
Cries have blew it out

All been t