Cripple Bastards - Stimmung lyrics

Who has decided this way?
I can't scream stuck-throat
A natural image - a stabbing
Pain in my sad soul
Two separated warm hands
Then a look behind a pane
Then a wet presence on my face
Then the silence of my narcotic world
Who has decided this way?
I can't sleep i'm so alone
I visualize your face - and I
Think that my life's gone
Firstly I see your tearful eyes then
The barred doors of a train
I don't think about suicide - 'coz I know
We'll meet again
In this world can't exist a god
Spiritual masochism slit this throat
It's a sort of self-excitement
A macabre repertory under my modest clothes
I think about all those days
Brushing against my old cicatrixes
I try to go back to conventionality
But, I think it's so unfair
I can't give a fck a bitter shit to swallow
Living in costant hate