Ein Pfund Fleisch

You look good
Naked and in chains
There on the wall
No god will save you

Just the two of us alone
Here in the dark
No one hears you scream
But there’s a way out

I hand you a knife
And you give me a pound
A pound of your flesh
And you’ll be free

Only you alone
Can set yourself free
A pound of flesh
Will be your savior

And the hours pass
Turn into days
I’ve told you everything
No more questions

Your gaze grows dim
And madness creeps in
Thirst drives you insane
No strength left to scream

Then you take the knife
Look at it and laugh

Only you alone
Can set yourself free
A pound of you
It can’t be that bad

Deep, deep, deep in your side
The blade goes in
Piece by piece it tears out
You bleed like a pig

Deeper, deeper, deeper inside
The cold steel cuts
Through cartilage and bone
The floor turns red

What you have to offer
Makes the cellar tiles wet
The hour of truth
Has finally come
Now it’s weighed precisely
What you’ve taken from yourself

The scale tips
You hold your breath
The result is in
Four hundred eighty grams

That’s not enough
And I’m really sorry
Now you’ll stay here forever
In the dark

You all alone
Will always be down here
No one’s looking for you
No one will set you free

Down there in the dungeon
A man in chains bleeds
He waits for death
No one will save him

I turn around and leave
There’s nothing left to do
Return to the world
Only silence around me

And a little piece of you
I’ll carry with me forever