Bop Street
(Hinkel / Wissler)
What does it take
to stand for my pride
in a building of glass
But I'm still throwing stones inside
Man in a cage
A perfect place of perfect isolation
A heart full of pain
A door that leads to desperation
How could I forget we keep on playing different games
And I exit the stage
feeling like a puppet retired from the hands of fate
Why do I hesitate
Why can't I break free
And why do I still believe
this cage was made for you and me
What does it take
to live a life of perfect isolation
And what will remain
What does it take
to stand for my pride
in a building of glass
But I'm still throwing stones inside
Man in a cage
A perfect place of perfect isolation
A heart full of pain
A door that leads to desperation
How could I forget we keep on playing different games
And I exit the stage
feeling like a puppet retired from the hands of fate
Why do I hesitate
Why can't I break free
And why do I still believe
this cage was made for you and me
What does it take
to live a life of perfect isolation
And what will remain
Flesh Crucifix
Bin weder Mann, noch bin ich Frau,
bin irgendwo zwischendrin,
WeiŸ nicht wohin ich gehære,
WeiŸ nicht was ich bin...
Traurigkeit erfìllt meine Seele
in jedem einzelnen Augenblick,
was vor mir liegt kann ich nicht sehen,
doch ich weiŸ es gibt kein Zurìck...
Bin wie zwælf Seelen, die begraben sind
in einem sich bewegendem Fleisch.
Zwælf grundverschiedenen H¤lften,
zu deren Kombination es wohl niemals reicht...