Klinik [English translation]

Suspicion is in the air,

there comes the wanted man tonight.

I know what he is thinking;

I know every step he makes.

He can’t see, no he can’t see

the shadow looming over him.

He’s famous for his sinning; it’s time I sin as well.

Just look away, this is my onslaught,

throwing dust in my eyes, crime’s the only cure for it.

He’s closed in vacuum of fear,

he’s tied to his own SickMental.

I’m feeding him with strychnine;

I’m rubbing white slat in his wounds.

He can’t see no he can’t see;

he can’t see now he’s got no eyes,

I covered them in darkness, fed them to the beasts.

Just look away, this is my onslaught,

throwing dust in my eyes, crime’s the only cure for it.

First a mute cry and then this is my onslaught,

carving wounds on his face, crime’s the only cure for it.

Just look away, these are my own thoughts, these are my own thoughts.

These vicious crimes are just my own thoughts, are just my own thoughts.

Just look away, this is my onslaught,

this is my onslaught, crime’s the only cure for it.

First a mute cry and then this is my onslaught,

the clinic of vengeance is from now on just a place for old bones.

• Artist:Siddharta
• Album:Nord (2001)