Guilt Songtext
von Mocked Monkey

Walk a bit
It′s better than fixating on that scream
Suffocated in your throat
Again, it's not your fault

If they are stealing your dignity
The last nickel in your bag
Starts to smell like death
Look all around, they seem so happy
Without any trouble. Fine

Why do they smile?
They must hate their monotonous, dull, ugly, and repetitive lives
It′s all a farce
They're messing around with the wrong person
Well ... to hell with them


You asked to work
Even in the worst place
Receiving a big firm 'No′
Again, it′s not your fault

If he decided to let himself go
He lived alone
This truth is a stone
He always knew
Even if you had stayed by his side
You couldn't have stilled his cries

Why do they smile?
They must hate their monotonous, dull, ugly, and repetitive lives
It′s all a farce
They're messing around with the wrong person
Well ... to hell with them