Scherben

Shards Body scent, swan song, everything's destroyed War, poisoning, the smell of garbage, it's all worth nothing Only shards that cut into me To feed on my anguish Suffocate any hope Hands are chopped off I longed so much for peace For honest harmony Now I realize how naive I am I can't make amends with you See now the shards that desire revenge Will have a lifetime of power struggles That can only live on in hatred Seeing love as an enemy Lawyers, lawsuit, that is your world You pay the most money for the sharpest advocate pencil For you, tenderness is a red scarf You're under a curse That hates to love and loves to hate That flurishes in warmongering You're a lost soul, that is increasingly straying Who has so irretrievably confused you at the root? Who can reassemble the shards without hurting anyone? Stop your hate speeches, is there a turning point?