Manni, come on in, TV is starting.
Shit, you stupid bitch!
Prime time,
at prime time,
Sit me on the sofa
and do it I'm ready.
My favorite place,
which I don't leave for hours,
because it's about to begin:
Germany seeks die Super corpse.
1, 2, 3,
the commercial is over.
4, 5, 6,
take me a chocolate chip cookie.
7, 8, 9,
We can all be happy.
Because at 10
We can see the new corpses.
Reality TV!
What a show!< br/>How it once began,
I still remember it exactly.
With glasses and nicely combed hair.
What a shit!
What that People need,
is the meat,
only the moldy stuff,
not the white stuff.
Normal?!
What does that mean today?
Where my heart once beat,
a dark hole,
that consumes everything
that my flat screen leads to me.
Until desire and frustration
marches in lockstep .
A bang,
the show begins,
so that blood and drool
runs down the screen.
1, 2, 3,
the commercial it's over.
4, 5, 6,
take me a chocolate chip cookie.
7, 8, 9,
we can all be happy.
Then at 10
We can see the new corpses.
A burnt offering,
It's horrible to look at.
The men are cheering.
The women are vomiting .
TV about everything.
The corpses are awesome,
even excellently decorated.
The audience is going wild.
The mood is boiling
and that Ratings are exploding.
What a pleasure
that death presents to us.
My greatest heart's desire is to
Be part of the show.
As the creator of a candidate,
God, that would be great.
I hear the door downstairs.
My girlfriend is returning home.
I grab the hammer
and she screams like a pig.
But not for very long...
A girl - beautiful, like death.

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