Bitch

If the bitch's mask at some point cracks
her rotten joy won't live for long
If the bitch's heart at some point breaks
it won't be from love but for the lust of a fuck

The faceless gods do have eyes and see
and sickness and corruption and rot they bring
and mortals ask why do you punish me, why do you pursue me?
And since they take their silence for gold
they keep doing the same thing over and over again

Goodnight asshole
your life was fun

Sick on the flesh, rotten on the soul
I walk, its night now, towards the dawn
Five to one is worth the offer
give nothing but always borrow

Where's your values, the problem and the sorrow
tomorrow again, I'll lay on a fake warm embrace
smiling does the stupid man's daughter awake
and a lover she becomes at the eyes of a stranger

Goodnight asshole
your life was fun

Next one, as lucky as you may now feel
and previous one as desperate as you may now be
know that she's happy but not for long (she always mourns)
noone want's to talk to her
all she's looking for is a fuck

Goodnight assholes, at night she came
and you now feel involved. Remember
let her suck the life out of you
she always feeds on the blood of others
for the rotten one has no soul
it's pictured in his eyes
in the void and indifferent smile
at the shallow and meaningless way of thinking
at his fake and liable ambitions
in that he's scared of the truth
in that he lives in a lie
in the way he loves and hate
mostly and always himself