Born to Die in Berlin

Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden

Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning

Stranded in the sweet wonderings

Breathing the pale moon silver

Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life

Sometimes

I feel like screaming

Sometimes

I feel I just can't win

Sometimes

I feel that my soul is as restless as the wind

Well maybe

I was born a to die in

BerlinI sprinkled ******* on the floor

When no one was watching

I closed my eyes and

I let myself sleep

Creeps and dirty bastards, demons waitin' by my bed

There's no choice or difference, no one seems to notice

Sometimes

I feel like screaming

Sometimes

I feel I just can't win

Sometimes

I feel that my soul is as restless as the wind

Well maybe

I was born to die in

Berlin[foreign content]

Sometimes

I feel like screaming

Sometimes

I feel I just can't win

Sometimes

I feel that my soul is as restless as the wind

Well maybe

I was born to die in

BerlinMaybe

I was born to die in

Berlin