Gebor'n, zu sterben [English translation]

On every table lies pallid skin,

So still and stiff and without affliction,

The head up, the chest split open,

The body gives birth for the last time,

The bowls full of fat and brains,

From God's temple and the Devil's lair,

Head to head on the bare floor:

Paradise and the Fall of Man,

The rest are in buckets of nothing but stillborns,

Hair of old men,

And the blood of girls who once whored themselves

To fat flesh,

If you're looking for the answer to all that ails you:

People are born to die

We're woven into this place for a short time,

And then our threads become loose again,

We're woven into this place for a short time,

And then they burn our cold limbs

The doors shut, the switches on,

The flesh leaves the vale of tears,

What once was large becomes extremely small,

The heart catches fire for the last time,

One sees nothing but,

The ashes of mortals dancing around,

A pile of dust on fireproof stretchers

In the sea of flames,

If you're looking for the answer to all that ails you:

People are born to die

We're woven into this place for a short time,

And then our threads become loose again,

We're woven into this place for a short time,

And then they burn our cold limbs

Fire...Fire...Fire...

Fire...Fire...Fire...

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We're woven into this place for a short time,

And then our threads become loose again,

We're woven into this place for a short time,

And then they burn our cold limbs

• Artist:Oomph!
• Album:Monster (2008)