Kitsch - Messgram

Thrown in the pit, knelt down on the ground.

Eyes full of tears, prayers in the shadows.

Thorn in the flesh, your sardonic laughter.

Now I can see the end of my days gone by.

Is there anyone who can stop this agony?

(This pain inside)

Is there anyone who can tell me I’m still alive?

It’s not what I expected.

Futile trials to find the grail.

Empty space resounds the breakdown between us.

Oh-

Spit on my face, heart falls into pieces.

Dark memories, emerge from the flashback

(Sick of it all, I’m sick of it all!)

Scars on my skin, this endless migraine.

I try not to sigh, just smile in the silence

(Alas, woe is me, it’s the last breath I take.)

Is there anyone who can stop this tragedy?

(This pain inside)

Is there anyone who can tell me I’m still alive?

It’s not what I expected.

Futile trials to find the grail.

Empty space resounds the breakdown between us.

Ah-

Distress from misguidance was blessing in disguise.

The sun burns me down.

(Please, help me up.)

(Please, heal my wound.)

(Please, help me up.)

(Please, heal my wound.)

It’s not what I expected.

Futile trials to find the grail.

Empty space resounds the breakdown between us.

between us!

It’s a fake.

It’s trash.

Another echo of disgrace.

I won’t hide myself, won’t lie anymore.

Oh-