It doesn't matter anymore
I can't keep up a fight
It's beyond my control
You left me all alone
And of course i got scared
My last spark of hope
Was to appear, to be seen
And i forget to breathe
Cause sex, music and violence
Are most beautiful things in my life
Now that my soul has been sold
To be but not to act
Looks simple from afar
But i live by impulse now
Via remote control
But i always said no...
But no one, no one, no one, no one can hear
No one, no one, no one, no one can hear
No one, no one, no one, no one can hear
No one, no one, no one, no one can hear
Our guest tonight is Jesus
He's been shooting heroin
He sips on his glass
And mineral water turns into wine
He tells stories about his weapons
His time in San Tropez
Of giving yourself a chance
Of his new Z3
In world full of morons
He is first in line
Speaking in front of the camera
About his sex change
Or something completely different
Other private things
Like all the people he loved
And the ones he only fellated
But he always said no...
But no one, no one, no one, no one can hear
No one, no one, no one, no one can hear
No one, no one, no one, no one can hear
No one, no one, no one, no one can hear