Child Of Sin
When I was four years old
I thought that love was unpredictable
When I was 12 years old
I knew that love was unsexual
Where do I begin?
Where do I begin?
I'm not exceptional
Where do I begin?
Where do I begin?
I'm not a child of love
I am a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
I am a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
When you were nine years old
We terrorized the streets from dusk 'til dawn
But when I turned 16
My dirty hands would bleed from banging at your door
Where should I begin?
Where should I begin?
I'd seen it all before
And it will never end
It will never end
You're not a child of love
You're a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
You're a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin
There's nothing inside of me
So what will become of me?
I don't need your sympathy
You're a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
I am a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Now, 29 years old
And I know your love was unacceptable
I thought that love was unpredictable
When I was 12 years old
I knew that love was unsexual
Where do I begin?
Where do I begin?
I'm not exceptional
Where do I begin?
Where do I begin?
I'm not a child of love
I am a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
I am a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
When you were nine years old
We terrorized the streets from dusk 'til dawn
But when I turned 16
My dirty hands would bleed from banging at your door
Where should I begin?
Where should I begin?
I'd seen it all before
And it will never end
It will never end
You're not a child of love
You're a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
You're a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin
There's nothing inside of me
So what will become of me?
I don't need your sympathy
You're a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
I am a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Now, 29 years old
And I know your love was unacceptable
Credits
Writer(s): Till Lindemann, Sharon W. G. Kovacs, Jonathan Hugh Quarmby
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