If I Could Just Get It On Paper
The court has come. The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched markings. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor.
You were what you were
Clean cut, unbecoming
Recreation for the masse
You were what you were
Clean cut, unbecoming
Recreation for the masse
2000 Years
Into the night
Still falls the rain
even the dogs stay home tonight
out on the streets
going nowhere
just one direction in my thoughts
love can be magic
it can be a game
sometimes it's tragic
and sometimes a shame
words were my bullits
emotion my gun
I was a runner
now I'm on the run
Sometimes I wish that you were dead
that is because you haunt me so
I wasn't right to let you go away
I try to kill the pain inside
but you are always on my mind
no matter where I go or stay
Sometimes I dream my time away
and we're together again
but I know that can never be
and all my hopes are in vain
you were my treasure
that I didn't know
you were the sun in my life
thought I was dying
when I realized
there's just one chance to survive...