Misanthrope

Misanthrope - Exiled Existence songtekst

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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
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