Personal Hell - Beborn Beton

Waking up in blood

While the morning paper sucks

The human liquid

Into its veins

And a gallery of pain

Surrounds my bed

Raising up my body

Couldn’t help to feel the bloody taste

And inside my mouth

The feelings I arouse

While filling it — while filling it with blood

Filling it with water

Filling it with blood

One step closer

One step cut

And I felt as cold as Ice

As soon as I recognise you

On the floor downstairs

Doorbell sings

An angel get’s its wing

I fear

The neighbor called the law

Zodiac mindwarp record lies on the floor

Was all they saw

One step closer to my personal hell

One step closer to my personal hell

Time was running fast

Policemen start to blast

Their inner guts outside me

Me, being critic

Allways sceptical

About the things we do

Do or say

Anyway

We keep on hunting … me