Born To Die In Berlin

1. Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden

Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning

Standing in the sweet wonderings breathing the pale moon silver

Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life

R: Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel I just can't win

Sometimes I feel my soul is as restless as the wind

Maybe I was born to die in Berlin

2. I sprinkled cocaine on the floor when no one was watching

I closed my eyes and let myself sleep

Creeps and dirty bastards demons waiting by my bed

There's no choice or difference no one seems to notice