His fingers are covered in red.
This is a natural condition of an oh so ordinary man.
Habitual yet notoriously numb to the obscene gazes that you lend and the scandalous voice of
tradition.
Creeping upon the flesh, consummate the impure narration.
Eins...Zwei...Drei...Vier
I cannot- I cannot breathe.
I cannot- I cannot breathe.
Excess a reflex and his greatest weakness. So as the lizard he crawls. What you see as disgrace,
this man’s come to embrace and so as the lizard he crawls. Reject self-respect to live like an
insect, so as the lizard he crawls.
So as the lizard... So as the lizard he crawls.
I must deny your most favor. If from your lips and under your tongue.
Destroy all that you hold dear. You know you won’t be saved.
Awake, the flesh must fall where angels tread.
Long long long live those who resist him.
Long long long live those devoted.
This is the very moment where the picture of you is a prescription of timely doses that are meant
to be taken in the smallest intervals. But he’s unafraid of consequence. Of the addiction. He’s a
beggar in his own dungeon. A monster, a dog, a lizard.
He’s a monster, a dog, he’s a lizard.
I cannot breathe at all.
I cannot breathe.
Excess a reflex and his greatest weakness. So as the lizard he crawls. What you see as disgrace,
this man’s come to embrace and so as the lizard he crawls.
I must deny your most favor, if from your lips and under your tongue. I must accept everything
you tell me when you say that you’re the devil. I must deny your most favor, for your hands are
covered in blood. I recognize that every time when I’m with you, the world around me slowly
dies.
