nights spent cold and shivering. Cold winter nights begin to play with the mind No source of warmth but only her companion besides. It's death or the toy piano
[Music: M.Hasse and O.Wiebel / Lyrics: O.Wiebel] Your whole lifetime Walking near the deadline Think about your fate Open mindlocked gates The cruelty
I stood in the hall and smiled with myself As I asked me which lift I would try Three of them waited, neon lighted I choiced and entered the right The
Struck down, weakened by the modern plague, The organic system reduced to pieces. Life ebb's away. Obvious misery. The bell tolls again, Louder this time
Our aim is rotting in hell Without dying Life makes no sense Only the greed Advances ourselves The quest for money Power and sex Because of death We'll
Translation: Living Death. On The Seventeenth Floor.
Translation: The Puppini Sisters. It's Not Over (Death Or The Toy Piano).
Translation: Unknown. Soon One Mornin Death Come Creepin.
Translation: X-Fusion. Death Plan.
: Placing your money in front of anybody's life you don't even need more. Even if you want to live 2000 years. Closing frontiers for your comfort, if
: Our aim is rotting in hell Without dying Life makes no sense Only the greed Advances ourselves The quest for money Power and sex Because of death We
So sick of lying down, I'm tired of giving in and I apologize all too much but i haven't been living in a world where i could stand my ground, a life
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Our aim is rotting in hell Without dying Life makes no sense Only the greed Advances ourselves The quest for money Power and sex Because of death We'
: [Music: M.Hasse and O.Wiebel / Lyrics: O.Wiebel] Your whole lifetime Walking near the deadline Think about your fate Open mindlocked gates The cruelty
