The foretaste and aftermath of what is always going on
A terminal stage of a wasting disease – a void of past

Life was a desert and be desert again
Waiting for some bastard to come
I can’t complain

There is no other way
The devil ah – takes the hindmost, ah
A man might die – he can’t stay

I’m going to leave just everything

Like a child who is beaten everyday
Doesn’t know to behave
Just cower and cringe
Why did you call?

The shutting off of your breath
The stopping of blood
I don’t belong here
French leave, they say
Underneath it’s all dead
No friendship or sympathy
The pain stops – why not?
A whore is never too tired to open her legs

You mirror all the images of my morose soul
No right – wake up, wake up, wake up

Exposing the foul words – of whore
Nina, wake up – wake up, see girl
Sobbing with rage, my sweet girl

If anything should happen I never would forgive myself
Wisdom of fanatic -a litany – drifting around like
I slowly rot

Why did I believe her – why did you call out
There it is – the infinitude – emptiness
Stand up, stand up

Stand up!
Stand up!
Stand up!
Stand!
Stand up!
Waiting!

Call!
Call, say: “…”

Why did you fall in love?

Why did you fall in love?

Why did you fall in love? aha – aha …