The beast in the bush is a compromise
That comes down
To the things you're prepared to lose
To a nameless, faceless enemy
And regrets that burn in your mind
So let's say you survive...
Through the endless string of sleepless nights
Despite the hate that tears at you inside
Despite the flesh and blood you leave behind
You'll still be waiting for something
Some kind of answer
Maybe someone will save you
So we revolve around
The same decaying orbit every night
With no momentum left to carry on the flight
I swear that I can almost read your mind
You're still waiting for something
Some kind of answer
Maybe someone will save you
And as with all of your words
So eine Schande!
Such a cruel and brutal thing to say
But then the tables turn
So eine Schande!
It's your turn to lose
Such a complicated game you play
Years are angels that turn to thieves
And fly away on stolen wings