The Torture Detachment Lyrics - Anthology - Rome

Is this some kind of confession? 

Am I obliged to let you speak? 

Are you still wondering whether 

our actions are ever 

completely pure? 

How could I be sure? 

When all thieves lose their composure, 

when starvation is forcing its way 

through the trees 

all the way down to the beach 

Mourn for me, 

as the sounds fall asleep. 

Smother me 

with your mad charity, 

with your poisonous mercy. 

Smother me with charity. 

So we seek out the lonely roads 

to rush towards the useless 

and leave this riot of blossoms 

to the simple minds 

If you decide to accept my offer 

to understand this sacrifice 

think of me as inanimate matter 

to hide me from their lies. 

So let me yearn for you 

as you have yearned for me. 

This storm has left us stranded, 

but there's method to this madness. 

Torture me with their ugliness 

and their ugly dreams 

hidden from the eyes of men. 

What courage 

What foolishness 

What strength 

If you decide to accept my offer 

to understand this sacrifice 

think of me as inanimate matter 

to hide me from their lies. 

"...Es gibt einen Weg in die Freiheit..." 

("...there is a path to freedom...")