Last Hope - Stillife

False light fills my mind

And lifewings are cut

In fortune’s satire

I’ve loosely played my part

Once slapped a crying child

And gave laughing whore a kiss

Claimed filth a beauty

Admiring serpent’s hiss

Find me

In chains of disgust

Find me

Where «love» means lust

Save me

My flesh wants more

Save me

That’s all I’m begging for

Imprisoned, weak-willed

Calling you, touching them

I hate myself, but nonetheless

I find excuses again

Who am I now

When pleasure’s a dope?

Dreaming of angel

With last bits of hope

«it is not necessary for you to be dead

for angels also have the right to forgive

and you have the right to be forgiven

this is our only power

and this is your way back

it is hightime to go back home

nobody waits for you there

but you can have somebody to wait for

there are still so many lonely hearts

dreaming of someone to wait for them

at home»