Comecon Ulcer
falling like autum leaves like tears over dresden fire storm in my heart no fears now the western culture sees its end what use to fantasize open shirt open wound no truce the cattle dies sirens distant here what's love without a blanket winter seven years your corpse a virus banquet no word not a scream your eyes just like mine satan spills his dream from fall to humankind broadcast from hell to now I see in your eyes you fear the autumn rain are we to critisize cattle: opinion polls no voice and no way out exit my throat is sore what can you say I can shout
