It doesn't matter if we all die
Something small falls out of your mouth
Please love me
Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
The pain
Caressing an old man
It feels like a hundred years
Pornography
Ambition in the back of a black car
In a high building there is too much to do
Going home time
A story on the radio
And we laugh
A prayer for something better
A prayer
For something better
Meet my mother
But the fear takes hold
Creeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow
Fighting for freedom on the television
Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
Have we got everything?
She struggles to get away...
And the creeping feeling
A little black haired girl
Waiting for saturday
The death of her father pushing her
Pushing her white face into the mirror
Aching inside of me
And turn me around
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
And painting a lifeless face
Just a piece of old meat in a clean room
The soldiers close in under a yellow moon
All shadows and deliverance
Under a black flag
A hundred years of blood
Crimson
The ribbon tightens around my throat
I open my mouth
And my head bursts open
A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
Over and over
We die one after the other
Over and over
We die one after the other after the other
One hundred years
Concert
Paris
Lyrics