Gammelfleisch
Heldmaschine
Old Meat
Wrapped up in thin foil
You’re offering your body up
Your gaze is sucking me in
Longing for your salvation
So here you lie
Pitifully naked in front of me
And you beg me:
Please, finally take me in
Your date has expired
No one’s gonna buy you
No amount of screaming helps
You’re just old meat
Smelling of decay
Completely dark gray
And this price
Is worth nothing to anyone
As a frozen piece
With a begging look
You are and will always be
A rotten trick
