Despondent, I now climb up to the icy desire
Devotion just one word, a tiny word
The cod is slender and yet meaningful
It gnaws the wick, still affirming the no
Preferably I kill myself in the morning and fall at the mercy of the murderers
Freed from desire and worries, I can only be the boat
When souls shyly burst and the stillborn scream
The fire tells me coldly, of beauty, deceit and appearance
Out there sways a Jesus who dreamed he was a god
I was only on television, there they carried me away
Beth is my name, I rode the dark lord
I'm still going under, I can't see the table anymore
The chair is long gone, I can only go under
I prefer to kill myself in the morning and fall to the murderers
Freed from lust and worries, I can only be the boat
When souls shatter shyly and the stillborn scream
The fire coldly tells me about beauty, deception and appearance
Deception and appearances