Stillborn Too Late '78

Last year I turned 27
Motionless, sick and tired, tilted downward like a dying bird
I’m getting cold and tortured in this figth
My blood’s running cold
Ever since '78 there’s been a foreign devil in me
Yes indeed, I’ve heard him talking to me
It’s a black academy, a dark havoc
Oh! My wounded soul is bleeding
Oh! Face it!
Stop this bloody handshake
Face your bleeding heartache
It’s just flesh and blood
Oh, I’m scared of the darkness and allergic to the light
So I’m never gonna leave this world with style
I’m gonna die like a rat here, run into the bushes
It’s a holy war
And I’m lost in this darkness
Thrown into the ocean
Swimming in circles under the ice
What am I gonna do when you leave me in the water?
This lamb can’t swim, no
Oh! Face it!
Stop this bloody handshake
Face your bleeding heartache
It’s just dead skin
Leave me alone, I can’t stand this no more
There’s a hell of a row inside me
Where did this come from? What’s it’s purpose?
Whos gonna save me from myself?