Rasierklingenliebe [English translation]

Part 1:

Syringe next to the cooker, mainliner-life worth nothing

only love for the blade, cutting against the pain

nothing touching heart, scraggy and bare

her bed knows names sperms of the town's losers

she lies among built lies and dirt

her belle of the ball's dress decorates the sleepy skeleton

she can love in the dream, fly away in the dream

enjoy life, defeat her obsession in the dream

the small ponging room in the house behind the mountain

her hope, only a bottle post out there in the ocean

out there is more, wants merely to get out like them

holds a picture of Pam*, once had looked like her

never believed the bible and couldn't see the tat

so frigid, so young, sweet 17

just watch the maggots on the wall

their life downhill, like the cockroaches on the wall

Hook:

But she loved the blade, lied in the blade,

nobody would ever understand it, her love for the blade

she went one step further

one cut further

the best friend lies one grip [or grasp] further

But she loved the blade, lied in the blade,

nobody would ever understand it, her love for the blade

it went one step further

one cut further

the best friends lies one grip [or grasp] further

Part 2:

He loves loud music, clenches the fist with the beat

nods, deepens in the dream and escapes

the boozing of him, talk at night

the feeling being worth nothing, the blows [percussions] afterwards

since mummy has gone, the cancer has taken her

there's nothing anymore, life fucks off daily

the house a jail

just wants out into the crowd

live his life, succeed it

wants the applause in the crowd

at night hundreds of thousands crowds, this dignity and power

is awaked, one bang, Dad has tightened the belt

*bang*

hammers on him

*bang*

pulls down skin

*bang*

childhood dies in his fog

these walls can scream

is indefinitely alone

has to kill a part of himself to be alive

only crying as long as nights are

lies in the blood in the shower

dead with 14, he was such a dab hand at school

Hook:

But he loved the blade, lied in the blade,

nobody would ever understand it, his love for the blade

he went one step further

one cut further

the best friend lies one grip [or grasp] further

But he loved the blade, lied in the blade,

nobody would ever understand it, his love for the blade

it went one step further

one cut further

the best friends lies one grip [or grasp] further

Part 3:

Kids wake up, kids of the night

the party's song of the last kids in the town

the radio broadcasts voices in the wind

"Sky is the limit"

who knows, where sky begins?

we are forgotten kids, hardly to lead

no plan, no urge, heart and brain are missing

are blunt and dumb, can't be touched anymore

need drugs to never feel the pain again

escape forward, the time has arrived

revolution has never been that within one's reach

we love that state here

love that market here

Mum, single, 3 children, living better with Harztz 4**

eyes tired, faces empty

here thoughts disappear at night in the sea of lights

the steadily headwind, the view aggravated

the school of life is closed, learned nothing

Hook:

But we love the blades, lie in the blades,

nobody would ever understand it, our love for the blades

we go one step further

one cut further

the best friend lies one grip [or grasp] further

But we love the blades, lie in the blades,

nobody would ever understand it, our love for the blades

we go one step further

one cut further

the best friends lies one grip [or grasp] further