Vanitas
The short glimmer of hope
sick of this situation
no longer able to live because of frustration
sick of confusion, full of despair and fear
lie I'm tired, I hope time passes
Look at the cross that stands in front of me
My brain seems without strength, thinking about my miserable loss
It's the monotony, that has taken me down
like a vicious circle from which I can no longer make it out'
there is only one way left, the redeeming way
the monotony has taken me down
like a vicious circle from which I can no longer manage
I hardly feel any hope that this doubt will go away
Once again I try to escape from it
Buy myself roses to reflect on joys< br/>The radiant bouquet illuminates the room
For a moment I live my dream
I feel peace and warmth, they flow within me
It There are colors and lights that I feel now'
I hear voices that encourage me,
I see eyes and lips that smile at me
and I bathe in it , in this short moment
in which the blood in me no longer burns like fire
I see that all the torment and effort is achieving something
and I feel How my life begins to live
The radiant bouquet illuminates the room
For a moment I live my dream
Look at me, I live - I smell the scent of life
See at me, I hope - I breathe the air of life
Look at me, I dance - I dance and you laugh
Look at me, I run - laughing through the night
Look at me, I am alive - I am not more alone
look at me, I hope - see meaning in my being
look at me, I dance - you clap, the curtain falls
look at me, I run - laughing through the world
thorns on the roses, a short scream
blood on my fingers
the illuminated room becomes dark
the short glimmer of hope leaves me
my will weakens, my spirit becomes weak
I try to remember what my life has brought
exhausted and exhausted, sleeping through life, the dream robbed
the light of the moon caresses my face
I see myself, but my self does not see me
the finger on the trigger, I am laughed at, but there is no turning back in my last night
it is the monotony that has brought me down
like a vicious circle from which I can no longer make it out'
there is only one way left, the redeeming way
monotony has taken me down
like a vicious circle from which I can no longer make it out'
I hardly feel any hope that this doubt will go away
Look at me, I'm traveling - I'm traveling to the death
look at me, I share - I share my bread with you
look at me, I live - surrounded by darkness
look at me, I suffer - from loneliness
see me I'm dancing - I'm dancing the dance of death
Look at me, I'm bleeding - under my wreath of thorns
Look at me, I'm crying - I'm crying and you laugh
Look at me, I'm dying - it's done ...

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