Give me an argument
that knows the path of the stars
and strengthens me
rewrite history
determines the new course
before the candle burns down,
before the last waves of life
drive me out of this world.
I am looking for absolution.
Forgiveness for reality
because none of us are allowed to contradict it in the end.
br />Give me an argument
that calls man human
and appeases me
from breaking with his people.
Give me the passion
the strength and the willpower.
Tear my spirit
from the bottom of deep seas.
Give me the confidence
that everything will turn out well,
the World has a heart of flesh
that desires more than power and money.
Give me faith that a new Savior is awakening,
who is well-disposed towards people,
turns his back on all hatred returns,
and not at the throne of existence,
making the same stupid mistakes,
like us, like me, like him, like them!
Like everyone who worships themselves .
Save me!
My argument kneels on the ground,
its path stands straight in the face.
All dreams become mass,
when the shot the shell breaks.
The throat opens to the will
as the tendons contract,
to smear the coda of my life
in notes on the wall.
Only that Hate is what I have left.
S.I.N.