Psÿphedrine - Allein | Текст песни

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• Psÿphedrine
• Allein

Seven quarters.
Lauft! (x2)

There is no feeling but pure hatred
There is no sound but pure heartbeat
There is no colour but lunar silver
There is no passion but frequent driller
(x2)

King of clubs, paraffin, naphthalene,
Light bondage, thou'rt beneath – lean and mean
Anyway it has gone, never mind
(x2)

REF: Ich werde laßen dich allein