Evil Is
(Evil is a way of Not-Thinking, Not-Feeling, Not-Relating.)
I don ́t know where to start.
The death in your eyes,
your painted smile
tears me apart.
Oh, I wouldn't know what to do.
With the grief, your pain and misery,
your words as they explode in me.
and I understand when all voices hush
we gotta ask ourselves:
Have we done enough?
Have we done enough?
Have we done enough?
We all love what death can touch.
And so did you. So did you.
We all love what death can touch.
And so did you.
It's this ordinary thoughtlessness that makes the world cease to exist.
This ordinary thoughtlessness that keeps me here condoning death.
Blocked out.
Fear carries the day.
Blocked out.
Won ́t wither away.
I ́m sorry.
I ́m sorry.
Oh, I wouldn ́t know what to do.
We all love what death can touch.
And so did you. So did you.
We all love what death can touch.
And so did you.
Tell me what evil is.
What evil is.
What evil is.
Tell me what evil is.
Writer/s: Timo Baur, Robert Anderson, Julian Schulze, Christopher Schmidt, Benedikt Ricken
