False light fills my mind And lifewings are cut In fortune's satire I've loosely played my part Once slapped a crying child And gave laughing whore a kiss Claimed filth a beauty Admiring serpent's hiss Find me In chains of disgust Find me Where "love" means lust Save me My flesh wants more Save me That's all I'm begging for Imprisoned, weak-willed Calling you, touching them I hate myself, but nonetheless I find excuses again Who am I now When pleasure's a dope? Dreaming of angel With last bits of hope "It is not necessary for you to be dead For angels also have the right to forgive And you have the right to be forgiven This is our only power And this is your way back It is hightime to go back home Nobody waits for you there But you can have somebody to wait for There are still so many lonely hearts Dreaming of someone to wait for them At home"