Nitroglycerin [English translation]

If I had feathers

If I had wings

I would have flown away from here

If I had money

If I had tickets

I would probably be sitting here anyway

Never that simple

Probably stretching the limits

If only time would pass

One day at a time

One day too much

two days closer to psychosis

like a weapon industry going the other direction

anonymous bomb threats

like I need anodyne

in the volume of all stud farming

like a cocktail made with gasoline

like the music turned on too loud

//refrain

Blowing up my lungs as if I'm sitting on a bomb

like I run, burning in or drowning in an ocean

the breathing uneven can be my last day

gasping after the air the heart making an extra beat

feels like, nitroglycerin, too much nicotine

like I'm lying bound under the executioners guillotine

chugging caffein, much too short fuse

like Tel Aviv and dynamite

//verse 2

like I already hadn't hit the wall and passed thru it

when it doesn't work anymore

like I already got burnt on the fire

so that it would be safe with pills

but no fucking zombie on an x-rated

is pharmaceutic with a combo of hypochondric

excuses

Psychological mountains and valleys

the sound of a ticking bomb

like the sensation when the gun clicks

the knife in you inner pocket

in the light of one lucifer match

feels almost like you are passing out

the feeling when the light fades

//refrain

//verse 3

like an inner chasm, fifty-fifty

Ted Kaczynski; Oklahoma city

like I touched something toxic

ended up in the middle

the anguish tonight as in tomorrow

where should I run when the hell is inside of me

deep breath, its only in your head

turn on the brain 10 to 5

play sad songs on my spine like a flute

glycerol, nitric acid

in the bottles by the bedroom mirror

feels like you're about to puke

weeks since you were drunk

explodes if I would spill

wouldn't have made any difference

//refrain

Blowing up my lungs as if I'm sitting on a bomb

like i run, burning in or drowning in an ocean

the breathing uneven can be my last day

gasping after the air the heart making an extra beat

feels like, nitroglycerin, too much nicotine

like I'm lying bound under the executioners guillotine

chugging caffein, much too short fuse

like Tel Aviv and dynamite