we wanna blame ourselves
feel a deep disgrace
selling our souls to those who close the doors
lies appear in our eyes
when we try to hide the truth
and all these sins will stay in dirty minds and die in our graves
with every move we wanna stop
with every kiss we wanna love
with every sin it’s getting cold
with every look we want more
more
sometimes we can betray ourselves
sometimes we run away
we hate disabled men
forget about them
all memories we will erase
all our tears will turn to waves
and we’ll fall into the graves
with every step we suffocate
every sin makes us repent
every grave leads to the god
let us leave that troubled-world
guilty conscience let us down!
The fall.