I fill my lungs with tar
it’s said it would be gold
already missed the use
already killed my muse
you live in someone’s fear
and dried out all your eyes
your teeth are doomed to break
can’t even eat the flies
illusions can be painful
but can not save ourself
be patient or be cruel
stop searching for yourself
your blood on our hands
no hope for everyone
you scream for holocaust
we’re praying „Nazis Raus“
ROTHSCHILD
ROT, CHILD