[Music by Mueller, Bache, Werning Lyrics by Jensen]
This sickly feeling... the revelation is in due course.
Im free and
ready to abhor you, dead thoughts unwinding.
Incarcerations overcome, but liberation takes its toll.
One last moment of dispute;
Confront me release me from the agony.
Retribution: Familiarity bred contempt, errors and omissions raised the price youll
pay.
Thinking twice, nothing can change my mind. Youll stand no chance in the end.
To my relief, all dependence soon becomes eternal
guilt set to deny you.
All-out derogation in substantial final shape, independence for the mind.
I wash my hands of you at last,
without a single fragment of remorse...
Vanish away, slip through my fingers like sand!
Vanish away! Like dust in the wind,
disappear!
[Lead: Bache]
Vanish away, slip through my fingers like sand!
Vanish away! Like dust in the wind,
disappear!
Retribution: Familiarity bred contempt, errors and omissions raised the price youll pay.
Thinking twice, nothing can
change my mind: stand no chance in the end.
[Lead: Mueller]
This sickly feeling... the revelation is in due course.
Im
free and ready to abhor you, dead thoughts unwinding.
Incarcerations overcome, but liberation took its toll.
One last moment of
dispute: Confront me, release me from the agony.
I wash my hands of you at last, without a single fragment of remorse...
