you could lose your  crown as a first step
you could  play around and make yourself oblivious
you can put the whole blame on me
in a blasphemy
you can even hate me
you can lie
you can tell me the sweetest and politest phrases
to soothe a little bit of your doubts
but you can´t make it a half
it doesn´t hurt less
why don´t you lose your crown
and get laid with me here on the ground in a mess
and in the sweat and in the filth
you´ll see all things clean
and all the bad and all the good
is gone for good
and with your finger on the trigger
you´ll see that there hasn´t been a single part that is you anymore
and with all things hidden you can flee then
and it is so good and it is so fine
and I can see me as a counterpart indeed
and all the lies and all the pain
have gone as they were just the rain
and we´ll survive and have a certain gain
of the promised and forbidden land
for a short moment we shall forgive
what it is to get and to give
and in this ..we tend to give up and to promise
and never forgive...