stosstrupp

meine kleine infantrie
schick ich heut in den kampf
mit ‘nem liebes-marschbefehl
mein stosstrupp unter dampf

kolonnen aus millionen
verfolgen eine spur
auf in die ruhmeshalle
mein stosstrupp gab ‘nen schwur

ob kurz ob lang, ob groß ob klein
egal was es braucht, der sieg ist mein

seid beherzt und zeigt auch schneid
mit ruecksichtslosem zorn
es gibt nur eine richtung
mein stosstrupp draengt nach vorn

ob kurz ob lang, ob groß ob klein
egal was es braucht, der sieg ist mein

nur einer kann‘s gewinnen
dies gnadenlose spiel
mit kondition und ehrgeiz
mein stosstrupp ist am ziel

the world is safe in childhood days
exploring toys has just begun
but grown-up men use different ways
for killing time or having fun

most lonely men are spoilt for choice
in paradise called adult store
they save their nights with rubber toys
abuse of power behind closed door

these stories reveal things of our kind
witness so much anguish of mind
these stories expose worst combination
of cruel thoughts and implementation
these stories point out the conversion
from innocence to sick perversion

but some can‘t differentiate
they even don’t know right from wrong
so recognizing much too late
hurting flesh and blood all night long

now you are such a pervert freak
a sick, abasing carnivore
torment the defenseless and weak
indulge in lust and harm the poor

there are thousand hurting voices in my head
like a stroboscope that makes me mad
it feels like a chime, some kind of stabbing chant
mercenaries at their own command

don’t disturb me! don’t you dare!
why sowed the seeds of terror?
you will regret it! be aware!
don’t start a fight with me!

every time I get up it all starts to shake
like an air hammer kissing me awake
it feels like a roar, some kind of nagging pain
troublemakers that can not restrain

don’t torment me! don’t you dare!
why sowed the seeds of terror?
you will regret it! be aware!
you should know better!

in the penthouse where I dwell,
above the city's ceaseless swell,
you might hear cries, perhaps a scream,
echoing through the midnight dream.
it's just the wind, or so they say,
whistling tunes to keep the dark at bay.
but if you listen close, you'll find,
my secrets hidden in the night's design.

“hello, I'm the new face on this floor,
behind my smile, horrors simmer and roar.
darknes pulses where my heart should be,
for I’m the perfect neighbor, can't you see?”

late nights, I often toil away,
tools clink and saws hum without delay.
a craftsman's touch, precision keen,
in the quiet hours, a routine unseen.
they think I'm building, creating art,
little do they know, it's a different part.
of a life crafted with a different creed,
in the shadows where my demons feed.

“hello, I'm the new face on this floor,
beneath my grin, darkness yearns for more.
fear lingers where my soul should be,
for I’m the perfect neighbor, can't you see?”

i'm an artist, you see, with paints of red,
brush strokes vivid, where others dread.
splatters of crimson, a palette unique,
on canvases unseen, stories oblique.
they admire my passion, my artful grace,
unaware of the darker canvas I embrace.
a masterpiece hidden in plain sight,
in the gallery of the eternal night.

“hello, I'm the new face on this floor,
behind my facade, chaos waits to pour.
silent screams where my mind should be,
for I’m the perfect neighbor, can't you see?”

bags rustle softly in the dead of night,
waste of work, concealed from sight.
disposal duty, a necessary chore,
to keep the secrets behind my door.
they might question the late-hour flight,
the mundane excuses, an ordinary rite.
but beneath it all, the truth remains,
a hunter's instinct, forever unchained.

your scream is the echo that sharpens my grin
i hammer my will with a merciless beat
no penance, no mercy, just violence within
i spit out my wrath like a storm in the street

like blind bats in the sun
i’m running amok with my gun
until everything is done
i just try to have some fun

there’ll be no difference between foe or friend
in rage i’ve to show you the meaning of hate
it’s about punishment , so tortures will depend
only on the manner of my pure mental state

like blind bats in the sun
I'm breaking limits, second to none
we’ll riot 'til we're one
no place to hide or shun

don’t beg for the silence, it won't ever come
i’m wired for fury, not reason or peace
this is the anthem of heartbeats gone numb
a brutal eruption that will never cease

like blind bats in the sun
i’m chasing chaos, all sense gone
don’t know how this begun
now all you can do is run

ich verfolg deine spur, kann dich schon riechen
ich weiß du liebst mich und wirst vor mir kriechen
ich kann’s nicht leugnen, ich vermisse dich
doch du weinst und sagst du kennst mich nicht

ich hoer schon das wimmern, schluchzen und schrein
erfuellt wird mein haus sein von deiner pein
du zitterst vor scham wenn ich dich beruehr
und mein verlangen waechst wie ein geschwuer

tief im keller ist es schwarz und kalt
ein roter teppich auf dem asphalt
gefuellt von angst und suesser gewalt
er ist meine kleine strafanstalt

meine zunge erkundet dein gesicht
doch deine augen schreien: ‘ich will das nicht’
ich kuesse dich und du schmeckst nach salz
dein herz es rast, es schlaegt bis zum hals

tief im keller ist es schwarz und kalt
ein roter teppich auf dem asphalt
ich fuehl mich wie eine gottgestalt
hier in meiner kleinen strafanstalt

nun schau was ich hab, hier in meiner hand
es ist das spielzeug, das den schmerz erfand
mit haut und haar will ich dich schmecken
und werd mir danach noch die finger lecken

i hear you move when night's gone still,
a hunter tracking prey to kill.
your mask is warm, your hands are cold,
a shining lie too often sold.
you draw your law into my skin,
each vow you make wraps tight within.

a web of wounds, a thread of lies,
the truth concealed behind your eyes.
you speak in fists, your touch decays,
you shape my world in cruel displays.
i’m just the shape you twist to fit,
a hollow form you won’t admit.

you’ve sharpened your blades, ready to fight,
to slice your values into my face tonight.
each cut a command, each scar a decree,
i’m nothing but yours, and nothing of me.

your silence strikes just like a scream,
a prison built to cage my dream.
you drain me just to feel control,
and chip away what makes me whole.
my breath is gone, my voice is still,
i bend beneath your grinding will.

you’ve sharpened your blades, ready to fight,
to slice your morale into my heart tonight.
each cut a command, each scar a decree,
i’m nothing but yours, and nothing of me.

each wound a mark, a proof of your reign,
your love is nothing but a masque of pain.
each word you wield, a knife to my skin—
i bleed for your sins, and the cycle begins.

dein zartes fleisch noch jung an jahren
mit gold‘em haar und weisser haut
noch voellig rein so unerfahren
lag unverhuellt vor mir

dein feuchter blick ist von furcht erfuellt
doch wirst den kleinsten schnitt nicht spuer‘n
narkotikum aus der vene quillt
bringt dich sogleich zur ruh‘

ich richt’ dich an auf edelstahl
du wehrst dich noch ein letztes mal
vergessen sind schuld und moral
du bist mein letztes abendmahl!

dein roter mund will etwas schrei‘n
als du die scharfe klinge siehst
ueber den tisch vergiess’ ich den wein
und schneid’ vom brot mir ab

ich richt’ dich an auf edelstahl
du wehrst dich noch ein letztes mal
vergessen sind schuld und moral
du bist mein letztes abendmahl!

principles and discipline
to me just foreign words
that‘s the taste of what's to come
i’m the stain that hurts

i give a shit on orders
i don‘t care about rules
i‘m a real demotivator
make you look like fools

i‘m your inner harlequin
tease you like a nasty pin
this battle, you will never win
i‘m your inner harlequin
with the evil grin,
relentless sin

you are weighing pros and cons
while praying to your lord:
„is it worth this sacrificing?
what is the reward?“

make no mistake about that
cause there will be no choice
i am your legal guardian
silence your small voice

i‘m your inner harlequin
tease you like a nasty pin
this battle, you will never win
i‘m your inner harlequin
with the evil grin,
relentless sin

you‘ll give in to my pressure
i put the screws on you
and get you into hot water
make my dreams come true