Die Brandstifter

You sent for me to punish me 

But I'm not yours to save 

I never asked for the answer you gave 

Are you trying to find 

Something pure, something fragile? 

Your hopes are stiff with filth 



I refuse all gifts 

For yours are scented with envy 

Go take refuge in the fields 

Go nurse your longing in darkness 

Are you hoping to find 

Something cruel, something sacred 

Your hopes are stiff with filth 

Your hopes are stiff with filth

You admire the lions - You despise all sheep 

But following lions - Makes nothing but sheep 



You are all bending in the wind