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Insane (Murderers' Paradise)
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Words & Music by Robert Z. Milla
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They found my sweet little girl
Staring at the sky Around her the trees Were humming a strange silent why Her face frozen to a cry Oh my cold little child Tell me what he said What did he promise you? Didn’t I tell you oh so many times Never, no never ever to follow a stranger? I can imagine your eyes Curious and innocent, knowing no lies God, I’ll kill him God, I’ll fill him Full of lead I’ll shoot him dead Oh God, I want to forgive But I just can’t live With all the hate and the pain Tell me, am I insane? Forgotten my sweet little child Forgotten her pains He is the star He’s the victim - can you believe it? And oh so incredibly sacred are his rights Eight years are the prize Eight years for my sweet angel’s life Oh Germany my home Murderers’ paradise Where is my child? Tell me where is her smile And who knows the fright of a soul Looking into the merciless face Into the mask of violence and death He stole her future, her breath God, I’ll kill him God, I’ll fill him Full of lead I’ll shoot him dead Oh God, I want to forgive But I just can’t live With all the hate and the pain Tell me, am I insane? God, I’ll get him God, I’ll make him bleed This lead is for his head No, I don’t want to forgive No, I don’t want to live With all the hate and the pain Tell me, who is insane? Now feel the hate and pain! Look into my eyes! Look into my eyes! |
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