Prodigala Songtext
von Trap Them

So don′t ask me for hands to hold out
To help the body roll on the snake
Not for the tracers, the tracers they cut deep
Open shutters, arms suspended, talking scattered
Around here, white walls empty teeth
White walls, white, white, white walls
Past those hands, past those breasts on the arms
Decorated with the cross signs of hope
And the size of the cigarette burns The black debrinks in delirium return
Around here, white walls empty teeth
White walls, white, white, white walls
Around here, the dead heart begins to walk with the heart's song
Around here, there′s no one to lift up a voice
The needs of hope, needs of hope
The needs of spite and swollen concern
And fucking repeat
And fucking repeat