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The planet earth about to be recycled
Your only chance to evacuate is to leave with us
Är du glad?
Glad?
Vad är det för fråga?
Man vill vara glad, vill man inte det?
Glada människor som inte vet bättre
Inombords frös min själ till is och jag hatade den tiden
Jag föraktade till och med solen för jag visste
Att jag aldrig skulle få leka I dess varma sken
Jag frös av hat när
Jag hörde de andra barnen
Skratta och leka på gatorna utanför
Döden var att föredra framför mina
Utsikter att uppleva någon sorts lycka
I det ögonblicket, hatade jag gud
Mer än någonting annat I universum
Hade gud fått veta om hur hårt
Jag hade fått kämpa
Och bara stått vid sidan om och tittat
På hur situationen hela tiden förändrats
Inombords förvandlade jag guds namn
Och önskade att jag aldrig blivit
Maybe I should have killed four, five hundred people
Then I would have felt better
Then I would have felt like I really offered society something
Måtte djävulen ta alla fruntimmer!
There is no real me: Only an entity, something illusory
And though I can hide my cold gaze
And you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours
And maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable
I simply am not there
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The planet earth about to be recycled
Your only chance to evacuate is to leave with us
Are you happy?
Happy?
What kind of question is that?
One wants to be happy, doesn't one?
Happy people who don't know any better
Inside, my soul froze to ice and I hated that time
I even despised the sun because I knew
That I would never get to play in its warm glow
I froze with hatred when
I heard the other children
Laugh and play on the streets outside
Death was preferable to my
Prospects of experiencing any kind of happiness
In that moment, I hated God
More than anything else in the universe
Had God known how hard
I had to struggle
And just stood by and watched
As the situation kept changing
Inside, I cursed God's name
And wished I had never been
Maybe I should have killed four, five hundred people
Then I would have felt better
Then I would have felt like I really offered society something
May the devil take all women!
There is no real me: Only an entity, something illusory
And though I can hide my cold gaze
And you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours
And maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable
I simply am not there