Paroles de Till Another Disgrace

With brittle exertion Of innocent lies He lays down the rules And the face of destiny And as he gives himself airs again A sudden betreyal of those forgotten Can strike him down For never fulfiled Promises and filthy seals The eye passage entry To another false chance To another disgrace Made to be believed Thorned inside Made to be believed Wounds increase with every hit Of grotesque hero The supposed directives Make me an absolute zero I've tried to find Another god To live down All my shame Vaccum urgency Of spine-dry flesh Thurst me in madness Again Sadism of mercenary provocation With all these ancient gods No regard - my withered world Dwell on - clear mind But broken bones Made to be believed Thorned inside Made to be believed