Is this some kind of confession?
I obliged to let you speak?
Are you still wondering whether
Our actions are ever [bad word] pure?
How could I be sure
When all thieves lose [bad word] 
When starvation os forcing its way through
the trees
All the way down to the beach

Mourn for me
As the sounds fall asleep
Smother me
With your mad charity
With your poisonous mercy
Smother me with charity

So we seek out the lonely roads
 [bad word] towards the useless
And leave this riot of blossoms
To the simple minds

If you decide to accept my offer
To understand this sacrifice
Think of me as inanimate matter
To hide me from their lier

So let me yearn for you
As you have yearned for me
This storm has left us stranded
But there's method to this madness
Torture me with their ugliness
And their ugly dreams
Hidden from the eyes of men

What courage
What foolishness
What strength

"…Es gibt einen Weg in die Freiheit…"