Lyrics Thema Eleven - Soft Is The Skin

my life's a piece of television crap
and i fulfill my kitsch every single night
suck mother milk from a silicone breast
i am michael dudikoff, one amog the rest

to cry out of all the spit?
and never smile again!
bombs approach from heavens
and they all look like berlin whores

and then later i'll stay on the shore
watching the sea bringing the rest of our past world
one last chance to look at the face
one last chance to feel how soft is the skin
… before it burns…

you told me once you were still here
you told me once you were still here
you told me once you were here for me
the great misanthrope…