| It’s your only need. |
| Well, it seems to me indeed, |
| it is only common sense. |
| This is always how the story ends. |
| My friend I know, we never met. |
| This is something I regret. |
| Does it matter much to me? |
| For me it tastes bitterly, |
| look at all the love you’ve found, |
| lay your body on the ground. |
| All the questions will remain. |
| When you walked out the door |
| you were done with your war. |
| Life can be a dirty whore |
| but it could have been much more, |
| the only shot one single try. |
| Could you look me in the eye |
| and tell me it was worth to? |
| Energy just a wrecked word, |
| just a mess, veins stained with dirt, |
| the central station where the sun keeps going back |
| like a heavy rope around your neck. |
| My friend I know, we never met. |
| This is something I regret. |
| Does it matter much to me? |
| For me it tastes bitterly, |
| look at all the love you’ve found, |
| lay your body on the ground. |
| All the questions will remain. |
| When you walked out the door |
| you were done with your war. |
| Life can be a dirty whore |
| but it could have been much more, |
| the only shot one single try. |
| Could you look me in the eye |
| and tell me it was worth to die? |
| When you walked out the door |
| you were done with your war. |
| Life can be a dirty whore |
| but it could have been much more, |
| the only shot one single try. |
| Could you look me in the eye |
| and tell me it was worth to die? |