Misanthrope
Misanthrope - Exiled Existence songtekst
Je score:
Your murderous hands Motionless in the night By a fanatic deviation Your body hit the ground That fight your wrist The head beneath Heaven Mental aberration Crush your back on the floor Affectivity knock out You pour out the first blood By your own treachery False to the honor Set a trap for yourself Catch sight of the long tunnel Been in the dumps Berth a wreck alongside The prison-ship of depression Exiled existence By the ordinary excuse To avoid all responsibilities Resolving everything plainly Even choose your hour to die No more vindications So suffer on your knees Death might knock quickly What a punishment To see his own blood Spread on the marble Of your apartments Fever close to the body It´s time to die Your soul is alone Facing consciousness When death takes you Only god can make the choice Uncompleted life Dream of deliverance Like a poet I am lifesick Who haunts me I feel boredom Who makes a mess in my life I wish in an elsewhere Alive in a life of vexations I am reading your poems here In the reign of the night Baudelaire you are my dark sights Your suicide is my courage Hearten by your inspiration To live among the others You pour out the first blood By your own treachery False to the honor Set a trap for yourself Exiled existence By the ordinary excuse To avoid all responsibilities Resolving everything plainly Nearer to touch the stars In this sanctuary of pain I will come with you