XXII Songtext
von wendigo

The first time I understood it
Bated breath and curses
Under blackened trees, baby please
Yeah

Oh oh, oh oh
I′m sick, i'm sick, i′m sick


Just a pat on my back then
'Good job, great work, a man now'
Whatever that means
Is nothing sacred anymore?
It was worth it, right? right?
Learn to hate it
Like a father hates his son
Golden boy
Who can do no wrong