Gut und Schlecht

The pictures in our heads - who puts them up?
Who places them there?
Even our dreams have little notes attached.
We are all nobodies, we are all so much.
We are all fragmented, we all are targets.
And the shine,
in which we cloak ourselves,
leaves us empty, broken and unfulfilled.
We
are all
beautiful and ugly, and torn inside,
and
how
we live slowly shatters our conscience.
We are all good and bad, and our hearts are full of loneliness,
let us be the beginning of the end, of this world, of this time.
No one here is all honest, beautiful, strong or good.
All of our hands are soiled with the blood from all of us.
We are all liars, and we are all loyal.
Sometimes we are brave, but usually we are shy.
We lose ourselves over the years, and nothing appears clear anymore.
That’s why we enjoy to point out the way we used to be.
We are all good and bad, and our hearts are full of bitterness,
let us be the beginning of the end, of this world, of this time.
And all this madness, that brings us down every day.
What we call normal makes us sick and crazy.
Now we stand here, in this misery, there’s no place to run.
Which path is right and who can we still trust?
We breathe in the air of this broken world
but nothing here can stop us because nothing keeps us here.
We are all good and bad, and our hearts are full of ugliness,
let us be the beginning of the end, of this world, of this time.
And humans become humans and humans become humans and humans become humans and
humans become humans...
We are all good and bad, and our hearts are full of loneliness,
let us be the beginning of the end, of this world, of this time.

Früchte des Zorns, "Good and Bad"