Thirteen stabwounds - Congress

Thirteen stabwounds cover my skin from the favours of «real friends»

Angels turned to demons as soon as I turned my back

And when you least expect it, fate slaps you in the face

Take a bite out of life, and life bites back at you

Ask the fool for advice, the blood runs out of his mouth

Choose your God, ask your master if he could stop your pain

Every morning you beg, every evening you pray:

«Please God, take the suffering away

From these thirteen stabwounds covering my skin.»

Now the time for revenge has come

With hatred strong enough to feed the whole planet

Hitting hard as nails through your skull

The dirt underneath my shoes and the skars on my skin

Make this life worth living, the struggle is hard

But the struggle is beautifull, it’s the through meaning of life

While others wheep in complacency

I put that picture out of my head