Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cripper
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Britta Görtz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cripper
Producer
Carsten Frank
Producer
Lyrics
This seeking is concealing, what is hidden in the back?
Outstanding your pretending, and this is what makes me so sick
"I have been sick before you came and knocked upon my door"
What ever made you think that I lost this game I did not even play!
Repeat then delete and hope that no one got you wrong
Find phrases where silence is to camouflage this discomfort
"Tell this joke once again, I still did not get it"
Me, unmoved, me, freak; tell me, why should I be the one you'd like to see?
Fuck me? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? I fuck you, too
Fuck me? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? I fuck you, too
Fuck me? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? I fuck you, too
Fuck me? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? I fuck you, too
(Fuck!)
These lines are written down because then I can scream 'em out
It does not only ease the pain, it helps to see things clear
My giving, your taking, oh, I know those hopeful eyes
This case has two faces, one is right, the other left
"The day I need a friend like you, I'll just have myself a little squat and shit one out"
What in the world makes you think that I have lost this game? Who can win this anyway?
Fuck me? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? I fuck you, too
Fuck me? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? I fuck you, too
Fuck me? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? I fuck you, too
Fuck me? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? I fuck you, too
My hate is my comfort, my hate is my shell
My justification to send you to Hell
Fuck me? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? I fuck you, too
Fuck me? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? I fuck you, too
Fuck me? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? I fuck you, too
Fuck me? (Fuck you!)
Fuck me? I fuck you, too
(Fuck you!)
(Fuck you!)
(Fuck you!)
Fuck!
Writer(s): Dennis Weber, Christian Broehenhorst, Jonathan Stenger, Britta Goertz
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