Not that kinda rock music but one, within Till Lindemann's Thin tone of voice that I love....
The tears of senile childs
i put them on a white hair
throw it in the air, the wet chain
and wish i had a mother
no sun that shines to me
no breast cryes milk to me
in my throat there is a tube
have no navel on my belly
Mother ... Mother
Mother ... Mother
i could not lik the nipples
and no fold to hide inside
no one gives me a name
made in hate and without sperm
to the mother that never born me
i swear this night
i will give you a disease
and after that i will sink it in the river
Mother ... Mother
Mother ... Mother
Mother ... Mother
Mother ... Mother
in her lungs ther lives an eel
on my face there is a mothersigne
remove it with the kiss of the knife
also if i die of it
Mother ... Mother ... Mother .. Mother !!
in her lungs ther lives an eel
on my face there is a mothersigne
remove it with the kiss of the knife
also if i bleed out
Mother
Ohh ... give me strenght
Mother
Ohh ... give me strenght
Mother ... Mother
Ohh ... give me strength
Mother ... Mother
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great guy . keep it up !