Torture
Stefan Tillmann
The street`s running under our feet
worlds between us, although you`re near me
The cold came creeping in the night
and this rain weakens my brain
Hate is the kiss when you awake
a vision of a red red rose
so the clown starts his last song
while a light end the sun
Now we`re 2oo Miles away from the sea
and I`m standing in the doorway
your eyes are lying at me still
and then you slowly shut the door
The smell of death is hanging in the air
and I see little children burning
while it rains dead cats and dogs
I look to the sky : Where`s a god ?
Can`t You see it`t torture for me
and this is why I hate You now,
all I want is to forget You
I can live without You now!
