I hope I see you on your way down. I hope you break every bone. I hope it kills you on your way down. And I hope you die alone. . All of your hate and all of your lies.
Well, today I started thinking about who I used to be. Then Satan had to whisper that's the man he still sees. He said he saw a failure; it was hard not to agree.
[MORITZ]. Awful sweet to be a little butterfly. Just swinging over things and nothing deep inside. Nothing going, going wild in you, you know. You're slowing by the riverside, or floating high and blue.
I trudge like a pilgrim o'er mountains and plains. Cities and country; through deserts and rain. I'm seen as a stranger to great and lost men. To the strong and the small — those known and forgotten.
Some nights I feel like I have died. Or something deep inside is dying. I try to understand my crimes. There's nothing here that really matters. . I don't wanna believe in you.
I believe. I believe. I believe. Oh, I believe. All will be forgiven. . I believe. I believe. I believe. Oh, I believe. All will be forgiven. . I believe.
Awful sweet to be a little butterfly. Just swinging over things and nothing deep inside. Nothing going, going wild in you, you know. You're slowing by the riverside, a-floating high and blue.
Somebody's praying for you. Somebody's got you on their mind. Somebody's down on their knees. They're believing that you can find. . [Chorus]. The grace to say yes.
Verse:. Part the distant clouds. Shine from high above. Holy Spirit come rain down. Were desperate for Your love. . Chorus:. Draw me closer. Reach down from above.
Moritz:. Awful sweet to be a little butterfly. Just winging over things and nothing deep inside. Nothing going, going wild in you, you know. You're slowing by the riverside, or floating high and blue.
Your soul a pit of stone. The depths I wish I could have known. Dangerous, black and full of spite. Thoughts of you fill my night. But now we lay naked on the floor.
{Awful sweet to be a little butterfly. Just swinging over things and nothing deep inside. Nothing going, going wild in you, you know. You're slowing by the riverside, a-floating high and blue}.
I don't know that we'll survive these childish fights. And endless nights you don't come home. Awake in bed I've searched my soul. And found I'm better off alone.
{Dear Herr Stiefel, Moritz. I've spent the entire day thinking about your note. Truly it touched me, it did. That you'd think of me as a friend}. . {Of course I was saddened to hear.
I feel your lips. I taste your skin. I need to know. I need to feel you from within. As your blood burns through my skin. I feel complete. I breathe you in.
Behind closed doors your words ring hollow. What you said they'd be. One behavior. Who are you?. But I like it. . Now I'm done with nothing new. Sometimes green and sometimes blue.
Litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto. Vi superum, saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram. Multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem. Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris.
Do you ever wonder where we would be. If we had tried a little harder?. It seems like yesterday. That we were making plans for the future. . But it's been so long, since I have mourned the dreams.
I'm such an asshole, God I'm such a stain. I just keep fucking up again and again. . I don't believe, I don't believe. That I could be so stupid and so naive.