MUSIC FOR SALE

My cell is too small
There’s only a high window of frosted glass
That lets me merely guess at the sky
And the walls right up to the ceiling
Scrawled with unknown names
With unknown dates
One man was in for life
Another sentenced to death

The electric chair an injection or gas
What will happen to me
What have I done
In my case it was out of love
I had caused suffering
Because I am so passionate
And so passion became for me
A trait that creates suffering

It was out of love
But what is reason without feeling
It is cold-hearted
What is feeling without reason
It is merely stupidity

I stood before the door back then hands trembling
With a soft knock I wanted to go in
There stood the other woman
The one who destroyed my relationship
With a smug laugh so condescending
She seemed beautiful
Something different for my husband
She’d soon see what she got for it

It was easy through my tears
I struck with the knife I don't know how many times
Until she stopped screaming
Choked on her own blood
Then I bought myself flowers
A lovely bouquet of roses
I carried it back to the apartment
Rest in peace you fury

It was out of love
But what is reason without feeling
It is cold-hearted
What is feeling without reason
It is merely stupidity

When they came to take me away
I didn't put up a fight
I didn't cry my heart was dead
But it had been that way for a long time
Had my feelings died out completely
Only in that one moment
Something stirred I was seized by the irrational urge
To do something terrible

Now I wait for the next day
Even though there is no tomorrow left
Here one simply kills time
Bored to death
Or you get into a brawl in the yard
The food takes some getting used to too
The main thing is not starving
If there is a Last Judgment
Then welcome me

It was out of love
But what is reason without feeling
It is cold-hearted
What is feeling without reason
It is merely stupidity