Gira, Westberg, Parsons, Kizys)



These are the things I hold onto

These are the things I use to deceive myself

I line them up in front of me

I judge them carefully

Then I throw them all away

I throw them all away

I am a small man

I am not a dangerous man

I love a child

I love a beautiful child

I love a child

I love a beautiful child

I will hold this child in my arms

And caress his soft head

Listen to him cry

Listen to him cry

I can kill the child

The beautiful child

I will kill the child

The beautiful child

This is my life

This is my choice

This is my damnation

This is my only regret

This is my life

This is my life

This is my sacrifice

This is my life

This is my only regret

That I ever was born

This is my sacrifice

Get out of my head