LYRICS GAME

I blast

I blast

I blast

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

Aftershocks

Just a shock, yet years later

Our hearts are china shops, aftershocks

Watch your soul

Aftershocks

Watch your soul

I press

I press

I press

I press the button, Hiroshima

Another trauma, whoops

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

Aftershocks

Just a shock, yet years later

Our hearts are china shops

Aftershocks

Watch your soul

Aftershocks

Watch your soul

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

Aftershocks

Just a shock, yet years later

Our hearts are china shops

Aftershocks

Watch your soul

Aftershocks

Watch your soul

Watch your soul

Aftershocks

There’s no prosthetics for that