Tuisgemaakte sosiale wapen Onbekende handgebare Dooie mense maak asof hulle my ken In die begraafplaas waar ek bly Lag al die geraamtes vir my Maar hulle is onbewus Dat ek stuk vir stuk my hart by my keel afdruk
Drink nou hierdie bloed van my Dis al wat ek het wat jy kan kry Ek't spesiaal my are vir jou oopgesny En sê net dit lyk mooi Die ewige kind agter in my kop Bewe benoud en krap oop sy toegestikte mond Nes stilgebore babas huil ek nie Oor die onregverdigheid van die lewe nie Niemand lewe rêrig nie
Ek het al my kos en geheime opgegooi Sê net dit lyk mooi Sê net dit lyk mooi Ek het al daai fokken kak gesluk Myself probeer verdrink Sê net dit lyk mooi Sê net ek is mooi Paniekbevange angstig en alleen 'n Prins van donkerte Ek dien myself alleen
Make Or Vomit
Home-made social weapon Unfamiliar hand signs Dead people pretend to know me In the cemetery where I live All the skeletons laugh at me But they are unaware That I am thrusting my heart down my throat piece by piece
Drink this blood of mine now It's all I have that you can get I cut my veins open especially for you Just say it looks pretty The eternal child in the back of my head Shivers anxiously and scratches open his stitched-up mouth Just like still-born babies I don't cry Over the unfairness of life Nobody really lives
I've thrown up all my food and secrets Just say it looks pretty Just say it looks pretty I've swallowed all that fucking shit Tried to drown myself Just say it looks pretty Just say I am pretty Panic-stricken, anxious and alone A prince of darkness I only serve myself