Last Hope

False light fills my mind
And lifewings are cut
In fortune’s satire
I’ve loosely played my part
Once slapped a crying child
And gave laughing whore a kiss
Claimed filth a beauty
Admiring serpent’s hiss
Find me
In chains of disgust
Find me
Where «love» means lust
Save me
My flesh wants more
Save me
That’s all I’m begging for
Imprisoned, weak-willed
Calling you, touching them
I hate myself, but nonetheless
I find excuses again
Who am I now
When pleasure’s a dope?
Dreaming of angel
With last bits of hope
«it is not necessary for you to be dead
for angels also have the right to forgive
and you have the right to be forgiven
this is our only power
and this is your way back
it is hightime to go back home
nobody waits for you there
but you can have somebody to wait for
there are still so many lonely hearts
dreaming of someone to wait for them
at home»