Stillborn Too Late '78 - Silver

Last year I turned 27

Motionless, sick and tired, tilted downward like a dying bird

I’m getting cold and tortured in this figth

My blood’s running cold

Ever since '78 there’s been a foreign devil in me

Yes indeed, I’ve heard him talking to me

It’s a black academy, a dark havoc

Oh!

My wounded soul is bleeding

Oh!

Face it!

Stop this bloody handshake

Face your bleeding heartache

It’s just flesh and blood

Oh, I’m scared of the darkness and allergic to the light

So I’m never gonna leave this world with style

I’m gonna die like a rat here, run into the bushes

It’s a holy war

And I’m lost in this darkness

Thrown into the ocean

Swimming in circles under the ice

What am I gonna do when you leave me in the water?

This lamb can’t swim, no

Oh!

Face it!

Stop this bloody handshake

Face your bleeding heartache

It’s just dead skin

Leave me alone, I can’t stand this no more

There’s a hell of a row inside me

Where did this come from?

What’s it’s purpose?

Whos gonna save me from myself?