I hate that last word*
I'm torn from the ground by the roots of pain
What once died is now rustling behind me
Twisting and turning I'm forced to feel
Isn't that devil already tired of the same
Sticks in the nails push push push
Welcome to hell now fill all your glasses
My thesis begins use it in life
I build myself a cross and my back yard a Golgotha
And there on the cross beside the robber all the cigars are smoked
Not my strength the end but the muscles are torn
A human head burns in open flames and a stream of tears spreads
I am your beacon on the seas of sins
With hands covered in blood I pull your ship to port
And I set it on fire
To this shitty pond of love
If the salt of life doesn't make you thirsty
It is washed down with tequila
When your eyes are closed for the last time
I too dare to jump
From the gates of death I guide the gods
As threshold worms to the bottom
And there in the sauna of Satan's temple
We all smoke cigars yeah
The skull breaks the tongue goes numb
The mistress gets angry the mind changes
The heart breaks the head rots
The stomach twists and the person turns
The wine is flowing, the door is closed
The portola is burning, the hostesses are hugging
It is being held with a hammer, it is being hammered
Blood is splashing and the anger is leaving
My strength does not run out, but my muscles are tearing
A human head and a stream of tears are burning in open flames spreads
I am your beacon on the seas of sins
With blood on my hands I pull your ship to port
And I set it on fire
In this shitty pool of love
My strength doesn't run out but my muscles tear
In the open flames a human burns head and the stream of tears spreads
I am your beacon in the sea of u200bu200bsins
With blood on my hands I pull your ship to port
And I set it on fire
Into this shitty pool of love

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