Lao Che - Nie Raj

Tailor was cutting the skin
For my posture,
He was bastarding, seawning the sack
He sewn it - and brought me back to life

And to the sack - lumber, debris:
Bones, blood RH +,
Heart,
With it's heart in your mouth,
And the soul,
For frying in hell
In deep oil.

My heart'll kill me, my soul will kill.
I'm alive.

I hear:
Get oxygen, pump blood,
You love someone - take this one for a trip,
Live and feel the stench, and elderberry,
Why? Why?
To the end

I hear:
Maybe it's not a paradise,
Maybe it's not a paradise, not a paradise,
Maybe it's not a paradise,
But this is not a paradise,
No a paradise, macht frei*

I Hear, I hear
Can you hear as well?

My heart beats, my soul will kill.
I'm alive
Long live

It's a delicate creation...
This sack



*sets you free