Always in the cross-hair
Like the worm in the soulcoppice
like a wildfire without an origin
he hits like a colt just in case
Is of type unknown
defeates the good
leads the knife to the hand
rips open deep wounds
and writes with blood to your CV
He is in everyone of us
The wolf of mad drive
He eats of our love
He wants to spoil us
strikes good into pieces
wants that we are this slaves
We are counterlove
with a twosomeness heart
We are counterlove
We are the counterlove
with a twosome heart
and feed the angelts
and feed the devil with pain
always tactless against the chest
we feed, strike our sides with frustration
We raise our wolfs
if good or bad, we came reach it
Love our angels and devils
We stay essential
inseperatable for a lifetime
We want to spoil us
striking goods into pieces
dont want to be our slaves