stosstrupp

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

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

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

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

in the shadows, where moonlight's dim,
lives a creature, fearsome and grim.
the one your parents warned you 'bout,
the bogeyman, will make you shout.

if you don't heed your parents' plea,
the bogeyman, you soon shall see.
he'll steal your toys and hide them well,
in his eerie, gloomy spell.

i'm the bogeyman, lurking 'neath your bed,
in the dark of night, where your fears are spread.
for wayward children who ignore the call,
i'll haunt your dreams and make you feel small.
so heed my warning, let it guide your play,
or face the darkness where I'll make you pay.

if you stay up past bedtime hour,
the bogeyman will have his power.
he'll whisper tales of dread and woe,
till you beg for sleep to make it go.

for those who lie and tell untruths,
the bogeyman reveals your ruse.
he'll paint your face with coal-black ink,
so your falsehoods make others think.

i'm the bogeyman, lurking 'neath your bed,
in the dark of night, where your fears are spread.
for wayward children who ignore the call,
i'll haunt your dreams and make you feel small.
so heed my warning, let it guide your play,
or face the darkness where I'll make you pay.

so children, listen well, don't stray,
from the path of light, or night will sway.
the bogeyman, he waits nearby,
reminds you why you should not defy.

her eyes lose their lustre in tears
the horizon starts to blur
a sea of black despair appears
pain drips in a trickle of blood

evil rises, lines are trespassed
promised mercy stayed away
wine of innocence in a frail glass
just shattered by brute force

what has become of you?
what came to your mind?
you’re so strange and diseased
and just so blind
your pleasure means my pain
cause you'll break me again

god's sense of humor, he can’t restrain
branches broken, a dress was torn
feelings suppressed by torturing pain
cries for help fall silent

i’m sick of your creatures
this scum of your kind
without mercy and scruples
hatred’s unconfined
your pleasure means my pain
cause you'll break me again

you revel in causing grief
hatch pain in your sick mind
watch your victims suffer
as you leave them behind
your pleasure means my pain
a never-ending strain

in the hush of the night, I hear your steps,
a predator’s rhythm, slow and adept.
you wear your mask of charm so well,
but I know the truth you’ll never tell.
you carve your rules into my skin,
whispering promises with venom within.

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.

a tapestry of wounds, embroidered lies,
i trace the map of pain behind my eyes.
your words like hammers, breaking my walls,
the shadows you cast stretch through these halls.
i am the doll you twist and mold,
in your world of ash, you paint me cold.

your silence is violence, a thunderous roar,
an absence that leaves me shattered on the floor.
i wonder if you'll ever be satisfied,
or if my soul will always be something denied.
my breath is a hostage; my will is a chain,
bound by the echoes of your disdain.

you’ve sharpened your blades, prepared for the 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 masquerade of pain.

each word you wield, a knife to my skin,
i bleed for your sins, and the cycle begins.

today i won’t survive anymore
and tomorrow’s dead since yesterday
whenever you go to leave at all
i’m trapped in eternity of this nightmare
and all attempts to escape were defeated

why do you left me behind...?
i’ve to fear losing you at last
i’ve to ramble the streets downcast
when you kiss me good-bye to go away
i’ve to manage my jealousy
when i realize the price i’ve to pay

a deadly fever’s attainting me
it’s torturing me and tugging my nervs
that must be the hellfire of sin
which letting me become inflamed rapidly
and leaving nothing but psychic ashes

why do you left me behind…?
i’ve to watch your steps like scouts
i’ve to deal with all of my doubts
when i forget the ropes of this loveplay
i’ve to manage my jealousy
when I’m getting astray on my mad way

i’m burning, i’m going up in flames
i’m dying, my body screams in pain
i wanna trust you to love you sincerely

why do you make it that simple?
why do you make it that easy for me?
to unveil your cruel intentions
to discover my hate for you

are you able to be satisfied?
are you able to be pleased?
if i’m chosen for being crucified
will i deserve a glance at least?

you’re the one, who’ll take my breath
and make me think about my death

why do you make it that grievous?
why do you make it that painful to me?
to break with chilling bitterness
to get freezed by your bloodless eyes

are you able to be pacified?
are you able to be appeased?
if i’m chosen for being qualified
will you have me tonight for feast?

you’re the one, gave me your scream
kept me from finishing my dream

coming soon
just an idea until now

within a vast dark forest, with offers everywhere
lived a hooded girl named Red, amid a web of snare
mum said always, "please don’t stray, stay cautious and be wise
navigate the virtual path, where truth and falsehood rise."

but Red, she had a fire, a spirit uncontained
through the online jungle, she wandered unconstrained
into the heart of shadows, where danger's fangs would lurk
she met a charming stranger, the one with tailored smirk

“allow me, Big Bad’s my name, beware the path you choose
for in the spiral of your craving, I'm gonna make you lose
allow me, Big Bad’s my name, your guardian of ruse
in the web of your desires, I'll lurk, ready to seduce
i'm your twisted savior, in shadows, I'll amuse
when you dance with darkness, your destiny, you'll lose."

Red was seeking remedy, her heart weighted down with dread
in the labyrinth of temptation, only one choice lay ahead
each of those obsidian pills, spelled out a treacherous theme
the engraved "B.B." branding, a herald of a wicked dream

and as the night grew colder, her doubts began to bind
in the claws of the predator, her peace of mind declined
her cries echoed through the ether, but help was not in sight
in the digital, harsh terrain, innocence had died

“allow me, Big Bad’s my name, beware the path you choose
for in the spiral of desire, I'm gonna make you lose
allow me, Big Bad’s my name, your guardian of ruse
in the web of your desires, I'll lurk, ready to seduce
i'm your twisted savior, in shadows, I'll amuse
when you dance with darkness, your destiny, you'll lose."

so let this tale become a lesson, a warning for you all
in the maze of the dark net, where shadows can enthrall
for when you stray from wisdom, to strangers you confide
you'll face a grim reality, where darkened paths reside