Dressed in Berlin black. I was only playing. Disguise my words to fool you. From what I was saying. Mud trench. Meat stench. The Fatherland is looking on.
The soul lives forever. Always ends sometime. Now I'm alone, alone and cold. Under painted skies. Remembering the love that we came alive. And I can only scream.
I went into the butchers. I said wanted wanted. Wanted some meat. Pass me some of that steak. Over there, it looks so sweet. . I lost my heart to a meat hook.