Beware 歌词

I have to crawl away From the declaration of war onto all four strings From the narrow-minded spring into all four walls From burnt food behind all four misfortunes From a generation of evil into four black numbers Throw on the old uniform worn by somebody to holes I will have to do without blue dusky birds Without mismatched eyelashes And revise in the morning what didn’t work out yesterday Leave the dirty railroad car and continue with the haul On the uncooled ashes, on a self-made broom To throw open your arms in sleep, to not trip in the dark I will have to swap the ritual That I am sick and tired of For a deadly missile The squeaky chair at the table For a child’s scream around the corner The wreath of tangled roses For a depressive psychosis The psychedelic paradise For three bolts for the shack Everyone is crying out to me, beware Everyone is crying out to me, beware