[Richard]
I will ask myself one last and difficult question
for whom the bell is ringing outside my window
I dodged the scythe of death
again and thought why?
Tell me the fuck why am I swirling like a vortex
I see the light but I see the source
this way not visible
[Khan]
[Chorus]
I'm tired of being a marionette
(hanging on threads)
the nerves flowed through the seams
(my heart ripped to shreds)
For whom the bell is ringing
(fucking at you)
spit flying above me
(here you will get)
[Richard]
Come on, ask me why I hate the anarvas
well, because they took everything away from me
I swing on threads, steel and heavy
my soul does not see the end
so you can talk endlessly until
you have the strength to raise your hands
[Khan]
[Chorus]
I'm tired of being a marionette
(hanging on threads)
the nerves flowed through the seams
(my heart ripped to shreds)
For whom the bell is ringing
(fucking at you)
spit flying above me
(here you will get)
[Bridge]
I FELL
[Khan]
[Chorus]
I'm tired of being a marionette
(hanging on threads)
the nerves flowed through the seams
(my heart ripped to shreds)
For whom the bell is ringing
(fucking at you)
spit flying above me
(here you will get)