Mission [English translation]

[Peter Sommer]:

The truth makes me blind

To what others see

But we'll keep going on and on

Never what it will be

The game of nuances

Drawing a line

Between what we understand

What we said yesterday

Did you notice the smoke

Which created a veil

Over another lie

Which everyone wants to hear?

The truth makes me blind

To what others see

But we'll keep going on and on

We know what we'll be

A new therapist

On an old mission

No one's fault

And you don't know anyone

I shove my finger in

And it hurts the most

The strongest guard

With the weakest point

The truth makes me blind

[Benal]:

I listened to your heard and it said hello

And you want to put me into the corner if I made a plan

As long as I can escape your surface, pretty words

We go out into the city,1 but that's never where one's soul lives

I need less parasite, more parasol

You slam the door, call, and tell me you're cold

You let me wait for thirteen weeks like a nuchal translucency

Tossed a ball in my face, saying, "It's just a ball"

People yelled, when you made doubts if they were right

Been sleeping for half a day, now she's still as tired

On the run from the dead, but that's exactly what we get

She eyed me, saying, "You look like someone who peaked yesterday"

And I'm just thinking, "Are you horny or am I mistaken?"

It's not that I'm sick, I'm just pale

Hard work all day until I'm tired and proficient

If we keep on going like this, we'll never be happy

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