Lustfully I Count my many Scars
But I do not come to an end before I go to Sleep
They are drawn into my flesh to numerous
A work of art, That is what the legend says
Greedy I reach for the loyal Blade
And imagine that I could feel something
And there I see a delicately shrouded Light
Escapes from the Skin, but it is not Love
Suicide
The Longing flees
Away with me
To my Death
So I want to venture it another time
With shards and with all sorts of Instruments
And think well, I do not stop asking
For my meaning, until it is revealed to me
Where others have grown an happy heart
Only a Cold Stone lies in my chest
So I dig deeper the next time
And behold, now I do not have to exist anymore
Suicide
The Longing drags
Away with me
Now I am dead
Suicide
Not across the street
I`m going down
I`m going down the road
Suicide
Not across the street
I`m going down
I`m going down the road