Oh my God Love ends in breaking up, or there something close Your life ends in dying out, or something close Man, it's so damn interesting, cause I wouldn't know Only guessing the story's end, here's how it goes Oh-on Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like What an ish, what an ish Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu A God-ish like Now stop it, just stop it Come on and stop it, just stop it I'm getting worked up, body burning hot Too massive, so massive Dreaming to massive, too massive Big cash rolling right until the end Yay yay Gott ist tot That's God-ish baby face it Yeah it's God-ish either way I want you, want you IQ falling, pouring down the drain So evil-hearted baby Well I'm evil anyway I hate you, hate you, get out of the way With your ugly hair dye, and your eyes, and overflowing lies And your scent, and your clothes, and all the blush you buy It's That-ish, darling, face it Yeah it's That-ish how you chase With your quoting, and how you boast, and your reviews How you're good with people, how you joke, all of your views That's God-ish, baby, face the facts Like that, like that It's got me going mad Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like What an ish, what an ish Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu A God-ish like Thinking beyond, is it angst in our very soul? While looking down upon the peasant's so stupid goals? It's really hard while doing nothing to keep growing old When every light to guide the way is now already sold We play at God and block the word the preachers long have told And find ourselves upon the throne to rule all on our lonesome A prayer of discipline critiquing those all on their own it's Do you know? What nonsense are you spouting, stupid Nonsense honestly I don't know what crap your saying, but it's putting me to sleep We're lacking in attention, ok Everyone agrees Give me something cool to let me dance to beam Disgusting, disgusting God it's disgusting, disgusting I'm now a fan of what I'm meant to hate It's tiny, so small, man your mind is So tiny, it's tiny So alone 'cause you're smarter than the rest The best, the best Gott ist tot That's God-ish, baby, face it Yeah it's God-ish either way Like dying while you swear to God that you're healthy anyway That's super damn depressing Bet you're desperate for a raise How sad, how sad, Epigone born too late With your titles, and your art, your fancy story And your concerts and special songs, that stupid melody It's That-ish, darling, face it Yeah it's That-ish how you chase With your quoting, and how you boast, all your reviews How you're good with people, how you joke, all of your views That's God-ish, baby, face the facts Like that, like that It's got me going mad mad Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like What an ish, what an ish Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu A God-ish like Love ends in breaking up, or there something like Your life ends in dying out, or something like Man, it sure was interesting to peek from behind I liked it more when I'd dance and not ask why That's life