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Born to die

On every table lies pale skin
So quiet and rigid and without pain
The split head resting on the chest
The body gives birth one last time
The bowl full of fat and brain out of
God's temple, Devil's stable
Shoulder to shoulder on the blank ground
Paradise and Fall
The rest in bucket just many miscarriages
Hair of an old man
And blood of girls who once sold themselves
To fat flesh
When you search for the answer, search for every that torments you
Human beings are born to die
 
We are arranged here for a short time
And then we loose the thread again
We are arranged here for a short time
And then they burn our cold limbs
 
The doors closed, the controllers adjusted
The flesh leaves the vale of tears
What was huge one, is now so small
The heart is in flames one last time
Only ashes can be seen, a whole lot of beings born in dust
Dances around
A small heap of dirt on fireproof stretchers
In a sea of flames
When you search the answer for everything that torments you
Human beings are born to die
 
Fire ... Fire ... Fire
Fire ... Fire ... Fire
 
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Gebor'n, zu sterben

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