In Memory of Kümmel

03.07.1958 – 26.05.2008

 
“Eine empfindsame Seele ist eine verhängnisvolle Himmelsgabe. Wer sie mitbekommen hat, ist Spielzeug der Luft und der Elemente, Sonne und Nebel bestimmen sein Geschick, er ist glücklich oder traurig, wie der Wind weht”.

Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to

Why don’t think you trust
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to DIE

Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to

Why don’t think you trust
In,
my,
self righteous suicide
I,
cry,
when angels deserve to die
In,
my,
self righteous suicide
I,
cry,
when angels deserve to die

Father, father, father, father
Father into your hands, I commit my spirit
Father into your hands
why have you forsaken me
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken, me oh
Trust in my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die