My love burns again, As I stand alone in the rain, Bullet holes in my chest Will make me finally rest in peace. What I have to do, To have the right to be with you? What is it? It’s not the blood, Pumped through your paper-mache heart.
She will never learn by her own mistakes, And she’ll never do anything for our sakes. She is always afraid, will she ever be mine? She’s dead and alive at the same time.
I still can’t see your eyes Through the thickness of the armored glass… Haunting forms in my head Will once drive me mad. My life had to be so vain… The life of a mannequin… But now all the parting is done, I’m happy to be gone.