Testo I Like Red

Last night I sat at home again waitin' for him the fourth day the silencemade me sick so I thought about the end Trough horror and fascination I stood in front of the mirror in my left hand a knife and I saw his death His the devil in my life so far an angel in my eyes now it's time to shape his wings as my revenge for these things It's time to start the horrortrain stab it in again, again each tear I cried for him %u2013 too much when he came home a last touch CHORUS Just some seconds until the end it's the last night we will spend I don't wash my fingers 'cause I like red I kiss him the last time and then I go to bed I don't wash my hands don't wash my body don't wash face I don't wash my hands don't wash my body don't wash face now I dress red already CHORUS