I'm sick and lying in bed
And you come to visit me
Because you want to make me happy, just
I can't believe you
when you talk about God
Can't believe you
that you're torturing yourself for me
Your gurus are strangers to me
Your looks are too intelligent
I can't believe you
What you're telling me prophesy
Tell me about things
that I already know for a long time
I don't need your teaching,
don't need your good advice
- And anyway -
I don't need your salvation,
Don't need this one path
Maybe just 9x9 m wooden parquet
To dance until nothing works anymore
I'm sick...
Me can't believe you
when you talk about love
I really can't imagine
how you break hearts
Your truth is twisted,
the stories are outright lies

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