Drunken in Cologne - April

All the happening tumors across my body
The pivotal nodes on my skin make rain over you
My granddad fucked it up over the great war
You were there on the streets, screaming "Lives matter"

But does it matter anyway?
Does it matter that much to me?
I've never been to that prom, imaginary prom
I guess we'd do that dance
Does it matter that much to me?
Does it matter anyway?
I'm the dancing witch in the corner cold
Hoping you will come to me

I guess I'm running out of fortune on those cards

So roll, roll, roll, roll down the window of your soul
Be careful in case you let the areca fruits drop down my lake
Know know know know that you're safe in my arms
A century-old church built upon the stones they threw

Does it matter anyway?
Does it matter that much to me?
When the night's still in my hair, waiting to be released
I will take down every broken mosaic tiles of my made up palace
Just one more hours and I'll wake up
Does it matter anyway?

I never made it well like others
I'd throw the flowers through the window every night
Just so the motherfuckers of the harbor could see
That at least I tried, at least I tried
So baby, if you want to see me at my best
Meet me in the night, by the altar
I'll take down every broken mosaic tiles
Of the broken shrine that my granddad built

So roll, roll, roll, roll down the window of your soul
Be careful in case you let the areca fruits drop down my lake
You just need to (know know know) know that you're safe in my arms
A century-old church built upon the stones they threw