Death is red
Or so they say
Dancing sweetly
Within mine emerald eyes
Am I dead?
Or dreaming sweet misery
While the voices run
In and out
Guilty as charged
Madness to boot
The Mocking tune
Of jury and Court
Bitter rage
Lost revenge
Where will it end?
My tunnel of light?
White rooms
Acrid smell
Doctors in the loon
Padded rooms across my cell
Will the voices stop?
They will surely die
If not them than I
Where is Pandora's hope?
Is that a lie?
Freedom at last
No more drugs,
Less pain.
Shut them up
I'll do it all
Crack, Pot, XTC
Watch the pretty colors glow
Listen now,
Softer than before
The voices are there
But not like before
I'll do it again,
It'll be better
Red is madness
Green is new
Back again
Only for more
Keep you politics
Shut them up
Control is impossible,
Or so I tell him
Has he
Danced the Macabre?
Love is nothing
So here is my gratitude
Your blood on my hands
And none of your problems
Red makes me mad
Green is jealousy
I feel deep inside
Why am I so afflicted?
Trust is lost
Withdrawal is near
Where will
This madman hide?
Dreams are lost
On this madman
Until the Irish is found
I hear true insanity
Telepathy is fine
As long as I'm not him
Give me a name, a label
Just not like him
What will it be?
I'm a German
And so shall be my name
Schuldig
That is what I am
Guilty as charged
Back in Germany
Where the Loons kept me
Ich liebe dich
To whom saved me
I'll never forgive you
And I'll love you still
Death becomes one
As I dance my Macabre
I am the guilty one
Without his insanity.
Or so they say
Dancing sweetly
Within mine emerald eyes
Am I dead?
Or dreaming sweet misery
While the voices run
In and out
Guilty as charged
Madness to boot
The Mocking tune
Of jury and Court
Bitter rage
Lost revenge
Where will it end?
My tunnel of light?
White rooms
Acrid smell
Doctors in the loon
Padded rooms across my cell
Will the voices stop?
They will surely die
If not them than I
Where is Pandora's hope?
Is that a lie?
Freedom at last
No more drugs,
Less pain.
Shut them up
I'll do it all
Crack, Pot, XTC
Watch the pretty colors glow
Listen now,
Softer than before
The voices are there
But not like before
I'll do it again,
It'll be better
Red is madness
Green is new
Back again
Only for more
Keep you politics
Shut them up
Control is impossible,
Or so I tell him
Has he
Danced the Macabre?
Love is nothing
So here is my gratitude
Your blood on my hands
And none of your problems
Red makes me mad
Green is jealousy
I feel deep inside
Why am I so afflicted?
Trust is lost
Withdrawal is near
Where will
This madman hide?
Dreams are lost
On this madman
Until the Irish is found
I hear true insanity
Telepathy is fine
As long as I'm not him
Give me a name, a label
Just not like him
What will it be?
I'm a German
And so shall be my name
Schuldig
That is what I am
Guilty as charged
Back in Germany
Where the Loons kept me
Ich liebe dich
To whom saved me
I'll never forgive you
And I'll love you still
Death becomes one
As I dance my Macabre
I am the guilty one
Without his insanity.