Inside

I will lock you all inside

- all the lies and tales of love.

Starve you to death,

That's the plan.

And there'll be no forgiveness, no regrets,

The Word will tie you up,

The Truth will cut your veins.

Then I'll expose your skeleton,

Every story, every wishing bone.

And people will walk around,

They will laugh and say: „Yes, it's really funny

What things can be found in one's closet."

And soon everybody will forget about you,

There will be no one to remember

Your flatteries,

Your teeth biting in the middle of the night.

--

Now it's over

And I'm down-to-earth and very sound.

It's just that sometimes

I still feel the skeleton

Moving inside.

Then I get scared.