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Alles ich. (Daher auch die gewisse Leblosigkeit.)
I've had enough of your words, I'm sick of your stories
About a beautiful life, all beauty is buried
Under a pile of skin and of teeth, of blood and of bones
Nailed to the ground, caught up in webs of the past
I'm too tired again to save the world
But not tired enough to fall asleep
I'm the child in the man with aching nerves
Desperately fluttering between bliss and despair
You're not expected to take pity on me
But I would like you to feel a pinch of my hunger that
Burns like the sun when you know you belong out on the streets
Down in my cave, for now, I will go nowhere
I'm too tired again to save the world
But not tired enough to fall asleep
I'm the child in the man with aching nerves
Desperately fluttering between bliss and despair
I want to lay down
Be laid to rest
I want to lay like a stone
Like the stone on your chest
About a beautiful life, all beauty is buried
Under a pile of skin and of teeth, of blood and of bones
Nailed to the ground, caught up in webs of the past
I'm too tired again to save the world
But not tired enough to fall asleep
I'm the child in the man with aching nerves
Desperately fluttering between bliss and despair
You're not expected to take pity on me
But I would like you to feel a pinch of my hunger that
Burns like the sun when you know you belong out on the streets
Down in my cave, for now, I will go nowhere
I'm too tired again to save the world
But not tired enough to fall asleep
I'm the child in the man with aching nerves
Desperately fluttering between bliss and despair
I want to lay down
Be laid to rest
I want to lay like a stone
Like the stone on your chest
