I blast myself with the sickest video content
Jihadi John sh*t, eFukt and bondage
I see articles on wars and conflict
My face is like a layer of concrete
’Cause I've seen it all
Except maybe a man
Who eats his own head
So not yet, nothing shocks me
I wear my sunglasses in the darknet
Incognito tabs, spoiled for choice
I'm a Spartan, ’cause only with thick skin
I won't be a black sheep in the job market
’Cause I toil like crazy to earn the dough
And later I can afford things like burnout therapy
Good ketamine for vicious games
Is the supreme discipline
At night in the kitchen with the psycho-terrorist
I become a poet, we talk only in invective poems
’Cause I live in a relationship with a verbal weapons belt
It wouldn’t be love if we didn’t hate each other
These faces, books, comments
Are my bedtime reading
And then I pound the keys
As if I'm practicing for Wacken
Our head is steel, we are hard
Until we lie down to sleep at night
Just a shock, yet years later
Our hearts are china shops, aftershocks
I press the button, Hiroshima
Seal it with Heisenberg crystals
We gotta party real hard till we fall
I scroll a century in a fraction
Of a second into the subconscious
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At home the mood’s like the Führerbunker, poison
That’s why I pull another overtime shift
With tired tunnel vision, no matter if the boss insults me
Only 36 years left till retirement
Sure, I can fry you a kidney and an egg
I can do everything except say 'no'
Someday, they say, your dreams will come true
I hope not, ’cause I dream dark, good night
Our head is steel, we are hard
Until we lie down to sleep at night
Just a shock, yet years later
Our hearts are china shops
Despite a life full of torture scenes
I have no scar tissue, uh, aftereffects
Only a shrug sometimes in the neck muscles
I hit the lotto right, I’m with a model
On honeymoon, I’m really impressed
I’m sitting on expenses, struck by lightning
With a broken neck, no big deal
And as I brood over things with a blank stare
I suddenly notice I’m beating my kid
And making noises like a male pinscher
'Everything okay?' 'I’m just tired!'
I thought my life was turning for the better
Yet I'm blazing with rage in restless retirement
Me: 'Over is over, whatevs'
My soul: 'Objection'
Our head is steel, we are hard
Until we lie down to sleep at night
Just a shock, yet years later
Our hearts are china shops
There’s no prosthetics for that