Erben Der Schopfung

There is a voice in my head
Telling me to save the world
Begging me please to forgive
This morning I woke up and saw the world
With eyes of pain and truth
I was wondering how you and me
Can still be here, still alive?
We are like an abscess, devastation, a wreath of barbes
Nothing to be proud of But oh! Yes we can!