Added: Nov 18, 2008
From: Klangschmied
Duration: 6:15
I'm running a saw-mill next to the whoreWhose shade slowly floats down the drainLike those whom I blew through the mincing-machineAnd sold to the butcher againSo many acute teeth by the dames side:How come they dont cut her in two?In fact she does already look like a deadHence cutting her would be no useI'm turning the grind-stone, whetting the bladesWhich lately truncated my mindAnd clipped the reflection I had on the stirMy thoughts now do have the right sizeBut what does it mean: It broke up your brains?The saw really injured your head?Or could it be youre not quite right in your skull?- Yes: Thats why I'm wearing a capI've smothered the street lamps, stifled the lightAnd tardily choked any soundAs I like it calm when I start the machineThat makes all the saw-blades go roundYou're put to the sword! You're put to the sword!Now listen: It's crunching the woodThe beautiful screaming of splintering planksA timbre surpassing the goodsI'm watching the saw-dust fall to the groundAnd heap up to cover the floorThe trunk on the trestles maimed and curtailedA stomp will remain: nothing moreMy hands are benumbed, there's pain in my eyesMy veins all at once overflowA sense of oppression bruises my breastI cough, then I spew, then I goNow it's overI'll be goingSoon I'll dive inTo the waterLet me close my eyes nowI'm tired and surely distractedCan't speak any longerDark waves come and wash me away now
Channel: Music
Tags: ballad blade blood blow butcher cut dark das_a dead hure insane kill killer klangschmied murderer oppression pain saw saw-mill scream serrate skull smother spew säge tired tot whore
Rating: 5.00 (1 ratings) Views: 45 Comments: