My skin burns from the work I do so long
While someone wants me to move on
The prizes on the wall stand proud
And someday my quest has to end
I am your cure, your gla** to drink, don't you know that?
And in the end when everything is lost I am the one to blame
My skin burns from the work I do so long
While someone wants me to move on
And when my quest has to end
I will be a new god, a k**ing hand
How will I live with this mistake which marked my life
For my rotten soul, I deserve to die
You though you changed your life
Except for your tears nothings is left
And now you scream and cry
Tears falling down
You try to take them back
Yous aw the lines in the sand
Have you ever felt ignored?
And an old man is not useful at all
New blood, new millennium today
Time marked my hands, you push me away
How will I live with this mistake which marked my life
For my rotten soul I deserve to die