At Least Give Me My Dreams Back, You Negligent Whore! (Another Year of Disaster)
So is this were love runs out of patience With just one question left to be answered You wanted more but you got it all A taste of rust Your are the touch of death We walk the lines which the sinners led We are passionate but lost You only think about yourself girl At least I’m not the one who sells pleasure You fucking whore You touch my heart when you're feeling down But when the night falls you're seeking blood just to trap your lust This will never be ignored I gave you all but you just kept me burning You just kept me burning on and on And now it feels so fine to see you breaking down girl To see you falling further down from here She shakes as she turns around With big tears and her lying mouth She only wants you to say the words "I’m sorry my love, can we please turn around?" This will not be succeeded We crave for more You only hear what you want to hear It’s over for sure This will not be relieved no more This will not be suppressed no more At least give the illusions back For a sweeter outcome than this Prepare for battle Prepare for war Step back I need to break her words One last time The blood is still warm but her soul has been stolen I hope that your parents are proud to hear what you have achieved; to have a whore of a daughter Stop! Don’t turn this away from you now You shall bleed it out You shall never be apart of me Smile a last smile and believe that world will go on without you and your lies The rose will decay