Текст песни
The sun laughs at me
I vomit its kiss
Philipp is dead
Then who is this?
Cities are flooding
With liquor and piss
Piles of bone mountains
Philipp was this
I'm living for nothing
I'm the friend you won't miss
Philipp is dead but
Then who is this?
The box of pandora
Removed from the skull
Now there lies an empty space
Where nothing goes down
Through the glass darkly
Needles and beaten in nails
Still life in motion
Soul expired and stale
Satellite losing contact
Fading away in the black
No umbilical cord in the orbit
Can't hold onto cannot go back
Tongue torn out from the mouth
Philipp's hands cut off by the wrist
Vocal chords dissolved in acid
Then who's singing this?
I look up the night sky
Then upwards i dive
Philipp is dead but
I will make him alive
