Complaint Songtext
von Abatoir

I mould from the middle
Cause I hear these words too often
And they′re going behind me every time
Your next complaint will not reach me


I will rise and disappear
Into the darkened clouds
I swear - I can fly
Soaring through the burning sky
It's here I′ll kill myself

Now I don't hear this shit
This pain don't touch me at least
This lie that was ruined by myself
I′ll be free from myself, where nobody can reach me

Drink red wine in honour of peace
(Blood is being shed)
Pull my heart for this war to cease
(My heart won′t stop)