Songtexte Next (Demo) - Scars

Naked, a sin, an army towel covering my belly
Some of us weep, some of us howl
Knees turn to jelly
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I was just a child, a hundred like me
I followed the naked body
A naked body followed me
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I was just a child when my innocence was lost
In a mobile army whorehouse
A bitch from the army, free of cost
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I would have liked a little bit of tenderness
Maybe a word, maybe a smile, maybe some happiness
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It was not so tragic, heavens did not fall
But how much of the time I hated being there at all
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I still recall the brothel trucks, the flying flags
The queer lieutenants slapped at our ears
Thinking we were fags
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I swear on the wet head of my first kiss
I'm gonna raise this ugly voice that I forever feel
The trenches stink of whiskey, corpses and of mud
Rise the voice of nations, rise thick the voice of blood
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And each woman I have taken into bed
Lies in my arms and whispers in my head
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All the naked and the dead will dream at night
As I spend my life in a dream that no one understands
And though I am not dreaming
In a voice grown quite hollow
I stand next in line
Of the following and the followed
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One day I'll cut my wrist off
I'll burn myself alive
I'll do anything to get on top
Learn just to survive
Not ever to be next
Not ever to be next